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I wrote part 6 of my Memphis, Tennessee
series talking about The Pink Palace, the Cotton Carnival, the
Mid-South fairgrounds, the city when it was 'dry', the bluffs, Mudd Island, the Pyramid, etc., etc., and forgot to do THAT important step
as I went along--SAVE IT!!! Don't know what I did but I lost it all.
Sob, sob, sob. I will write it again tomorrow but I just want to
rewrite the opening now.
Memory
is a tricky thing. When I first moved to Memphis I lived in the Hamlet
apartments which was on Poplar Avenue or Poplar Pike Extended--don't
quite remember but I do remember an incident that comes back whenever I
think of that apartment onlybecause that was where I lived when it happened.
I
don't remember all the particulars--maybe the kids do--but I think I
was returning from Chattanooga and picked up my niece and nephews (in
Nashville?) and was driving them to Memphis where they would catch a
plane to go home. I really think I impressed them when I picked them up
in my white Caddy with top down and we took off on I-40 gong west. I
was speeding along--yes, I had a heavy foot---when I got stopped by a
State trooper and was given a ticket. Well whatever points I made went
out the window when the older nephew, David, said with a sneer, taht his father (my brother) wouldn't have just accepted the ticket without a story or a fight. Now I don't know whether that is a reflection on me or my brother but I must admit his saying that kicked me off my high horse and it took awhile to get back on it.
Funny
the things you remember and the things you don't. I wonder if the
kids--all grown up with kids of their own now--even remember that
incident! LOL
