Another day of driving. I don't know what it is about driving for hours and hours that calms me down. Seven hours of just driving on the Interstate should bother me, but it doesn't. I have been on the road for several thousand miles and I still want to drive more. Well, I also HAVE to drive more if I want to go home again.
As soon as I stopped at a gas station in Arkansas, I knew I was in the South again. The lady behind the counter had the big hair (blond with dark roots) and a disposition as sweet as molasses. Southern women are like a big hug - comforting and calming and sweet.
When I came to Memphis today, the first thing I had to do was find a good Barbeque place. I mean really, when you are in Memphis, you have to have Memphis Barbeque. I asked the receptionist at the hotel, and she recommended Corky's. It was REALLY good food and friendly service (cute, too!).
