The river was not too far ahead of us, because we were coming into West Memphis. Once we crossed the Mississippi, we’d be in Memphis. We’d spend one night here, then see some of the sights tomorrow before heading south.
When we got to our hotel, I was dog-tired. Even though Beale Street was near, I didn’t have the energy. Next time, I promised myself. I’d paint the town on my next visit, but this trip was about my dad. I ordered barbecue to be delivered to our room, but I was disappointed in the food. The meat was decent, but they’d buried it in barbecue sauce. For the record, good barbecue does not need sauce. I guess I’ve been spoiled for good barbecue.
We rested peacefully, and got up bright and early. Fried chicken, grits, eggs, and buttermilk biscuits for breakfast. I really love th
