I may not be The King, but I do have a pretty little thing waiting for me down in the EM-50 Phantom Rambler, which is beginning to smell a lot like a Jungle Room, if you know what I’m saying.

If you dont, then I have to ask: Are you a Christian child?

If you responded with anything other than, “Ma’am, I am tonight!”, then you need to stop reading and listen to “Walking in Memphis” by Mark Cohn.

Since I am lazy, then by projection you are as well. So, here is the link:

Marc Cohn – Walking in Memphis

Ok, now that I can take you seriously as a human being and not a Philistine…in my travels I have made a point of going through Mt Airy, NC, Morgantown, WV and Sylacauga, AL, the boyhood homes of Andy Griffith, Don Knotts and Jim Nabors (Andy, Barney and Gomer) respectively.

That show was meaningful to me. It illustrated the important lessons in life that I have tried to carry with me. Namely, values, community, and that even a scrub like Barney Fife can land a hottie like Thelma Lou, who is waaay out of his league, if he simply believes he can. (pic related)

Today we tour Graceland and tonight (I’m thinking, dusk-ish. I’m not a young man, after all) we turn Beale on its ear and party like we don’t still have tummy aches from eating too much yesterday! We do though 🙁

Speaking of yesterday.  Trixie and I had a traditional Thanksgiving…with blackjack and hookers.

Ok, not really, but we did go to the All-You-Can-Eat buffet at The Horseshoe Casino in Tunica, MS. As is always the case, the casino won. My performance at the gaming and dinner tables was pitifully inadequate. But, like I always do, I hung in there waiting for Nike (the goddess, not the shoes) to point the finger of victory at my side of the table.

Oh well, you know what they say:

Unlucky at cards…