The Greyhound offers its regular handful of down-and-outs, for whom Memphis is nothing but an air conditioned station: a pit stop on a directionless journey. A woman on the city bus from the station tells us that she lives in Broadway, where there are “white folk who look out for each other”. She shakes herContinue reading “Day Nine: Memphis”
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Day Four: Gateway to the South
We’re late, late, late. The Greyhound leaves in a hour; I’m still trying to construct a sandwich from the hostel’s breakfast buffet; we don’t actually know how to get to the station; and MY GOD, how has my backpack put on 7 lbs? Somehow we manage to make it with 15 minutes to spare –Continue reading “Day Four: Gateway to the South”
To The Table 