Stopping at the home of The King

Neither Linda nor I had set foot in Memphis so, when the opportunity to change that presented itself, we took it.

Our first stop was Graceland, former(?) home of Elvis Presley, The King of Rock 'n Roll. We arrived late in the day so we didn't go through the house itself; neither of us felt it a priority but it was something that, when in town, we wanted to at least be able to say that we'd seen it. From the outside, the house itself didn't look all that different from many others. It's located on a very large lot along a fairly busy street south of downtown. It took us a little bobbing and weaving to find but, once in the area, it was pretty apparent that we were almost there. The stone fence along the street is tall enough to deter all but the committed from climbing over it. More interestingly, it has become the journal where visitors pause to write their messages to The King and one another. There are several entries expressing gratitude for the personal experiences that were had as a result of Elvis' time on earth. Some are as brief as "We miss you." while others go on to talk about concerts or close encounters while he was alive. It really was a more poignant experience to read the messages than to see the property.