Have you ever wondered how they carved the monument at Mount Rushmore out of solid granite? Were you picturing a sculptor like Michelangelo, a solitary figure dangling perilously from a scaffold chipping away with a hammer and chisel?
There is NOTHING like your first bison sighting.
We got a late start out of St. Louis, so after only an hour’s driving, we were ready for lunch. We usually drive the back roads and avoid the interstates, but this time we opted to take the faster I-55, hoping to arrive by early evening at the home of our dear friends Steve and … Continue reading
St. Louis was only supposed to be a good stopping point, about halfway between Memphis and Chicago, where we had planned to visit with friends.
The wonderful world of Nashville was like a warm-up act for the great superstar, Memphis. Center stage is Beale Street, which is cordoned off on the weekends, making the three block long corridor feel like one giant block party. Where Nashville is mainly Country, Memphis is Blues and Rock and Roll.
Because Manny and I are on a musical odyssey, of course we wanted to explore the Elvis phenomenon. I must admit, I was never an Elvis fan. After all, his rise to fame began in 1955 when I was 7, a little too young to appreciate his gyrating hips and outrageous new style. I wish … Continue reading
The only problem with traveling six hours from New Orleans to see B.B.King perform his last homecoming concert is that we wound up in Indianola, MS. If you happen to look at a map (as I know my friend Marge did), you will notice that Indianola is more than halfway up the state. We had … Continue reading
We planned on traveling up Highway 61, the long stretch of road that starts in New Orleans and runs through Natchez, Vicksburg and Clarksdale, in Mississippi, then goes onward to Memphis, Tennessee and ends in Wyoming, Minnesota. Running parallel to the Mississippi, the great River Road was traveled by countless Blues musicians on their way … Continue reading
In our last post Nashville, what a wonderful world, I made the statement that private campgrounds near attractions are usually sub-par, riding on their sole asset of “location, location, location”. Well, let me begin this post by apologizing to the New Orleans West KOA and rescinding my snide comment. This private park was superior in … Continue reading
Have you ever had days that proceed so perfectly, one thing leading to another effortlessly, when everywhere you go, everything you do, and everyone you meet seem to be placed in your path for your enjoyment? That was our experience of Nashville, Tennessee.