Fifty-one years after I was there, mY youngest is spending her spring break in Memphis. She sent me this photo yesterday of the entrance to Beale Street, home of the blues.
I have so many bittersweet memories of Memphis, having been there during the the last demonstration Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., ever led, before he returned there a week later and was assassinated.
But it's always been a great town, filled with fine people, great music, and of course, the blues.
I hope she is enjoying her visit.
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