October 30…. Walking in Memphis…

“… with my feet ten feet off of Beale”

We went out on the town last night, to Beale Street. The music and entertainment district in Memphis started as a commercial hub in the 1840’s and became the “home of the blues” after the Civil War.

It reminded me a lot of Bourbon Street in New Orleans. But MUCH cleaner. And friendlier people. And better lit. And it didn’t stink. And no flashing women. Other than that, they were kinda similar. Ok, I take that back. I’ll never waste my time on Bourbon Street again, but I’ll come back to Beale anytime.

We were there kinda early evening, so the place wasn’t crowded, but just enough going on to have a good time. Neon all over. Music blaring through open doorways. Callers trying to get us into the clubs. Live music or DJ, it didn’t matter. We bounced from place to place. Buy a drink, dance a while, move on. VERY handy that open container laws are suspended for the district, you can buy a drink in one place and carry it to finish in another. Susanne was smokin’ in her new dress and I even put on semi-clean blue jeans for the occasion.

One place we went had a band that looked straight out of Pirates of the Caribbean with Jack Sparrow on sax.

But, as the saying goes, “if it’s too loud, you’re too old”. I’m too old to sit that close to the stage, even if it was good music, so we moved on.

Beale Street, like Bourbon Street but better. If only they could add a few topless women without adding the grime and stench and attitude of Bourbon. Oh well, I’ll take it just like it is. 🤔