Walking in Memphis

Great day yesterday.  We drove through Arkansas, and had a tough time figuring out where to stop for lunch.  None of the options from the highway looked appealing.  So we just decided to wing it and drive into downtown Little Rock.  In 5 minutes we found Cregeen's Irish Pub and had a good, albeit late lunch (I had a beer since Mike's shift was next).  

Then we drove the rest of the way to Memphis, getting in around 5.  The Hotel is within spitting distance of Beale St (above).  Mike thought that we might have trouble finding music, since he got the idea that Wednesday is the night most bands take off.  This was not to be.  Beale Street was humming, as there's some biker fest in town.    They had Beale Street closed off, and people were walking around with open containers.   Giddyup.

We grabbed some artery-clogging Tennessee barbecue at a local joint on Beale, and then cruised the street.  We stopped into a cramped bar and watched a really good three-piece band play for a set.  All things considered, this all worked out perfectly.