Day 9? Can it be Tuesday already? If it's Tuesday, this must be Belgium!
But it's not. Still Memphis, still not much more to share. In the words of Tweety Bird, "I been sick, you know." I picked up something somewhere (sore throat, headache, sneezing and coughing), but it sure ain't through human contact. Not much of that, other than squeezing through crowds. Mind you, the Daddy Long Legs crew, in addition to being insane, are great huggers. I miss them, and the laughs. I need a haircut.
My car was not happy, and is being repaired as we speak. Bad pavement in southern Ohio did in the right front suspension. Oh well. Not appreciated, but not unexpected, and way better that it kacked now than somewhere on the road to Guadalajara.
Aside from Beale Street and the Orpheum Theater, I haven't been to a single tourist attraction. I've spent most of my time sleeping or sitting in a garage waiting room. Not sure I can get anywhere today either, but I'd rather do those things with other people (but I might just have to interject myself into an existing crowd). We'll see.
I hopefully dodged a potential bullet earlier today, but may have put others in the path. I was approached by a person who asked for some change, and by doing so, invoked the wrath of दादी or maybe دادی۔ (grandmother in Hindi or Urdu). The folks who own the hotel where I was staying have worked hard to clean up not only the hotel but the area, and stupid me goes and possibly undoes it. A rather significant case of "No good deed goes unpunished." I hope I didn't mess things up too badly. The good news, if there is any, is that I only had Canadian cash, so the hassle of exchange might deter future interactions.
Bottom line - Message received, loud and clear. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Anyway, my coffee is almost done, and I have to get over to see wazzup with my car. If it's fixed, I can return the rental and get on with things; if not, I'll have to make plans for staying again tonight. Somewhere different, however.
I may head toward Jackson, Mississippi or drive across the bridge to Arkansas The two nurses I met the other night live there, and it shouldn't be too hard to find them (Uh, rrigghhtt...).
More soon.
OK, here are some pics:
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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