Give me Memphis or give me...um...

Eudora Welty's house! Yeah Southern women who write great fiction.
The Jettas together again!!!
A little Sun Studios?
This man is bettin on some doagies.

Memphis destruction!

Picture Time!

Sunrise at South Beach and Nicholson...
Barack at Tulane...
Barack's dog...
Helen Horde Dunn, or, as she prefers to be called, Helen the Great...

Ms Miriam being coy.

Yo what up Elvis.

So, back in Memphis again, and it looks even less and less like the place I used to live. Got in the car and it was 68 degrees, got out it was 39. Some might consider it inappropriate that I'm sitting in a coffee shoppe with sear sucker boat shorts and flip flops on.

A few photos...

The first 2 photos are in Montreal in January. The first is the statue next to the hostel I stayed in - that day it snowed about a foot and a half and delivered winter direct to my door in full force. The second photo is of me in front of Concordia's Communications and Journalism building looking uppity and double chinned. The 3rd photo is on St. Charles early in the morning before Zulu (really early) - the ladders are lined up and ready to go for the parades. The fourth photo is sick irony on Carondolet and the fifth is a view down the St. Charles street car line with Rex in full swing...

Me in Seattle...Sightseeing

PDX Squared

I'm sitting in the Portland airport again. This time headed to ATL then Austin to get my car -- a nap at the Joyces (my surrogate family in Austin) and hopping on the road. The red eye is full with a Costa Rican soccer team headed home. A big bunch of them. Hopefully they have been drugged with melatonin. It's raining surprise surprise. I think I'm ready for a dose of the south. Wow my sentences are choppy.

Headed to Seattle for two days by train and rode along the coast. The clouds cleared up just long enough on my way out of town so that I could see the mountains - really different than Colorado mountains but just as incredible. Spent some time in Pike's Market, went to the first Starbucks, ate at a hole-in-the-wall cured meat shop, had LOTS of coffee, and checked out the Seattle Library....AMAZING. Between Powell's in Portland and the Seattle library I'm on a Lit. high. Architecture of the library was incredibly modern, they have a conveyor belt shelve books and the longest running dewey decimal system thats marked on the floor and winds up six floors of non-fiction. Not for the faint at heart. Saw a friend from high school and a friend from college who took me to a record store and took me into the archive basement - literally shelves upon shelves of vinyl sorted alphabetically and by genre. Amazing.