Mississippi River city. Blues, Barbecue, Graceland. Nineteen
sixty-eight, the horror of the Lorraine Motel amid a year of horrors.
Truth to tell, Memphis has not been on my so-called “bucket list.” But
to be here on an anniversary of Dr. King’s assassination gives added resonance.
So after a lazy-slow start, we walk a few blocks from the
Peabody and its world famous ducks to Beale Street, sleepy slow on a Sunday
morning. Then cut down to Main Street a few more blocks up to the National
Civil Rights Museum, built on the site where Dr. King was assassinated on April
4, 1968. Neither words nor images can truly convey the museum’s impact. We
spent the entire afternoon there. Then we walked slowly back to Beale for
dinner and music and an early evening.
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The Peabody Ducks draw big crowds at both 11:00 when they come on "duty," and at 5:00 when they are taken back to their penthouse. |
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A couple of kids are designated honorary duck wranglers for the ceremony |
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An mage on Beale Street |
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Statue of W. C. Handy |
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Rosa bows before "The King." |
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South Main Street is both picturesque and about to emerge as an arts center. |
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