In depth recounting of my global wandering
Those unfamiliar with a certain legend regarding blues music might be wondering why this photo is at the top of this post. Clarksdale, Mississippi is home to the famous Crossroads – the intersection of Routes 49 and 61. Those of …
Following my grumpy old man’s early night in Memphis, I was back on the road early Saturday morning. Driving south on Highway 61, I crossed into Mississippi in about 20 minutes. Your entry into that state becomes quickly apparent even …
4 April 1968. A date we all should remember. The Lorraine Motel. A place we all should remember. This site now houses the National Civil Rights Museum. After watching a brief film, you enter the first gallery of the permanent …
As I noted in my reflective Saint Louis post, with few exceptions, the weather deities have been quite accommodating. Friday morning in Memphis was one of those exceptions. The rain was steady and persistent. On this, my first visit to …
After two nights in Saint Louis, it was time to move along. I left via the Poplar Street Bridge. This once again placed me for a brief time on an interstate – I-64 – that passes just south of the …