The Stars and Stripes fly at half mast. The flag languishes in a plaza clogged with the stagnant humidity of a staling summer. We languish alongside it. Eventually a shuttle saves us and takes us to Graceland. Its instant appeal is almost impossible to put into words. The walls of the billiard room are coveredContinue reading “Day Ten: In Memoriam”
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Day Nine: Memphis
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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