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Walking in Memphis

Beale street is where I need to exist from 8p.m to 3a.m every night. Live music, whisky and Elvis Presley's face posted on absolutely everything. Neon signs and the car show that had Beale street filled with every old fashion vehicle imaginable made me feel like I had been transported back in time. Still wishing I grew up generations before mine.

Nothing like ending your day watching a baseball game in a Hooters restaurant with your dad. Mentally preparing for the long haul to North Carolina tomorrow. Heading home to the always familiar East Coast.

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