Imagine a city with hands-down the greatest fried chicken in the world, and then an entire street of bars and open-air pavilions with live music. That, my friends, is Memphis. If you are ever in Memphis, you have to go to Gus's at 310 Front St, just up the hill from the Mississippi River. (By the way, strangest thing happened, one of the kids asked me how to spell Mississippi, and the next thing I know, I'm being thrown in jail for indecency.) We decided to see what all of the Beale St. hubbub was about, and found no less than a dozen live - great - performances going on in bars, in WC Handy Park, and on the street. Izzie got up and boogied, we all danced for an hour to the great Juke Joint All Star Band, and by the time we finally made it back to the car, we were ready to dive back into the big bag o' leftover chicken.
p.s. Last night's entertainment was a fabulous family game of Taboo. And Jerry kept giving these clues straight out of the medical school textbooks... for something involving teeth, he started saying, then yelling, then screaming "DENTITION! DENTITION!! DENTITION!!!!" as we all laughed harder and harder. But the best clue was "OBLIGATE INTRACELLULAR PARASITE!!! OBLIGATE INTRACELLULAR PARASITE!!!" while looking stunned that I didn't know what he was talking about.
p.p.s. I've updated some new pics from Dad in the Mammoth Cave - Nashville gallery.
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