Do I Really Feel The Way I Feel?
Tennessee. I've known I was going to Memphis since the first of January, and so have had that damn song stuck in my head for weeks. You know, that one about your feet ten feet offa Beale. They put us in a corporate nest about ten thousand miles from anywhere, and so technically, while I was walking in Memphis, my feet were ten feet offa Beale. There was a restaurant that would have picked me up from the hotel in a pink limousine, but we got there too late for that too. W.C. Handy was not looking down over me, nor was Marc Cohn (nor Cher, apparently). So, as blue as a boy can be, I add the 26th state to the WTHIB Map, and resolve to get there earlier next time so I can be waiting for the King down in the Jungle Room.