I was there for the 25th. I think we were in line for about 6 hours. I don’t do lines, but somehow it was strangely worth it. I met a lot of good people that day, mostly Texans. The heat was killer and the drenching rainstorm was welcomed by all.
I enjoyed Memphis, loved Blues Street — the BBQ ribs were to die for, BUT I hated your humidity...hated, hated, hated that damn humidity. Overall, I loved the visit, but I sure couldn’t live there. You people have to be part fish to breath that wet air.... did I mention that I hate your humidity? ;>)
About 20 years living in Memphis now and still have not been to Graceland. If I want to celebrate his work or life, I will listen to his music or watch a movie. Graceland reeks of death and despair to me. I find it amusing that Memphis has two death celebrations a year: The King and King, Jr.