…give me Memphis, Tennessee. Ask and ye shall receive. Today I’m off for Tupelo, Mississippi, birthplace of none other than the King of Rock and Roll. But first I’ll be flying into Memphis, then renting a car for the 90-minute drive down to Tupelo.

Since I doubt because of my work schedule I’ll have any time to see what the home Elvis grew up in looks like, I thought I’d post it here. From such humble beginnings, eh?

One of the great things about the Internet is you don’t have to actually be there in the flesh to appreciate what certain places look like. The Elvis birthplace museum has a very well-done website where you can take a virtual tour. Sure, nothing beats the real thing, but if you can’t be there…

One of these days, I’d like to do more than just another stop-over in Memphis and make a real day of it – y’know, taking the tour of Graceland, then, after stopping for some quiet time by the Mississippi River, hitting Beale Street for some fantastic BBQ and live blues as only Memphis can do.

…come to think of it, The King was no slouch when it came to recording his own version of that Chuck Berry original.