The pyramid by the entrance to Memphis.

A cool Mustang on the way to the Civil Rights Museum.

No cameras inside, so this is all we really got for a view of the Martin Luther King Jr. Place. He got shot where the wreath is and he stayed in the top floor room with open curtains.

The memorial site.

Beale Street. A street in Memphis upon which cars do not travel. It had pretty cool stuff, such as Rum Boogie Cafe.

Mom said dad and I were walking the same way and turned around the same way. One of her tries to make me think that dad and I are the same person.

Rum Boogie Cafe. Good food, good guitars. If you are ever in Memphis and want to see guitars signed by your favorite band, go here.

The Peabody ducks, a tradition where twice daily, the ducks are led into or out of the fountain. It's been going on for a long time I suppose.

The front desk at the Gibson Guitar Factory.

Frames for the guitars.

Guitars held together while the glue dries.

The necks.

Hollow and double necked guitars waiting for paint.

Guitars waiting for strings.

Looking out towards Graceland.

The entrance to Graceland where Elvis lived. It was actually a very nice house despite being decorated for the 70's.

His feather bed.

The couch Elvis had in all its 70's glory.

One of Elvis' many costumes.

Elvis is buried here.

Dad, Kathryn, and I at the Elvis gravesite.

The *yawn* Bill Clinton Library.

Kathryn and I at the capital building in Arkansas.

Memorial to the nine at the capital.

The school where the nine went. (Anti-segregation thing)