Memphis IV: The Voyage Home

...where I travel to San Francisco in the past, piloting a stolen Klingon bird-of-prey.  No, wait, that was something else.

This concluding segment of the thrilling "Trip To Memphis" series will be a bit shorter than the others.  Hard as that is to believe.

Because of children on the trip, we really couldn't explore the Memphis nightlife as much as we wanted to.  It was evident, though, that Memphis does indeed boast a vibrant nighttime culture, one steeped in blues music, fine cuisine and southern mystique.

If you go to Memphis, try the ribs.  Anywhere.

We departed and made way to our travel midpoint, Hannibal, Missouri [Americana U.S.A.].  Arriving again at the sleepy town that has seen better days, we visited Mark Twain's Birthplace Museum.

It was interesting to learn how much of his more fabled works, namely Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, had characters and situations drawn directly from his life experiences.  I should probably read those one of these years.  We even saw the legendary white picket fence [close up of one slat below].

signed by Reggie's pal

After another night of sleep at the hotel mentioned in part one of this series [TalibInn Express], we split for home in Minnesota.

Returning home, I was met with glorious fanfare by Rudy.

"You were gone?  I thought you were in the crapper"

A special note.  I would like to offer a special thanks to my friend D. for making this trip happen.  It was all his planning and impetus.  And driving.

Thank you.