Here's a few snapshots and candids from my recent trip south with my fellow Sons of Tupelo, where we covered about five States in two days. I don't know how long I'll leave these up as I don't know if it's technically legal to post some of these, but, eh, what the hell. Enjoy!![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIF95UcDb7o5z9128HVdKLtIpLmQ4u94kbHVzjZCFc6FlaVq4tz9OBW51P6wetS1QkOQyEwVMtqb8OWWAby0gJQZmyk7KCkn7yVUPwZmvu-JzeDz9-61WVVNQbfZHU4hm62ecEJMPAdSZx/s280/Trip_2.JPG)
Wohoo! And Hot Damn! I can get me a Sasquatch Turd!
(a/k/a a Stuckey's Foot-Long Pecan Log.)
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Sitting on the porch of the house where the Big E was born.
(Tupelo, Miss.)
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Mississippi Sunset.
(Somewhere on Route 278.)
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And our literary tour continues with a visit to William Faulkner's grave.
(Oxford, Miss.)
Gates to Graceland.
The infamous Jungle Room.
(Sorry for the dinginess. No flash photos inside the mansion.)
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Bizarre refractions in mirrored stairwell on the way to the basement.
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All about the gold lame suit, baby.
...Aaaaand the Captain Marvel Jr. Jumpsuits.
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Inside the Lisa Marie.
(Shoulda got a picture of the opulent toitee in that thing.)
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Holy crap! It's my house circa 1977.
(Except we had Moody Blue on 8-Track.)
MmmMMmm. Fried Peanut-Butter and Nanner Sammich.
(Alas, bacon was not an option.)
Where giants walked and recorded, folks.
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Elvis, Bill, Scotty and Sam.
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And it all began...
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... right there.
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The trip was overwhelming, intoxicating (in more ways than you'd think), and a total @#%*ing riot. And to my fellow SOTS, Dave and Bill, thanks for the new stories, gentlemen -- make that: M'boys, M'boys...
Great photos. I would love to get to Graceland some day. Elvis was the best!
ReplyDeleteSomehow I like the house Elvis was born in better than the one his riches garnered him.
ReplyDeleteAnd, kudos to you: Twain and Faulkner all in one trip.
Looks like a great time. I wish I could get out and do something similar, but working seven days a week is a rather sizable monkey wrench for such dreams . . .
Best to you.
Thanks to you both.
ReplyDeleteI really, really dug the Elvis Birthplace museum; it was much more subdued and about %90 less in the crass/commercialism of Graceland. Still, the whole Alpha and Omega of the trip was pretty overwhelming. I'm still trying to properly process everything I saw.
If you ever decide to do it, I highly recommend you visit both sites.