Me ‘n Elvis

        We were just in Tupelo at Reed’s Gum Tree Bookstore. Tupelo is the home town of Elvis, and he still looms large there. In fact he showed up at our gig, and I have the picture to prove it. 

       In some (but not many) ways Elvis and I have a few things in common. We both grew up as country boys who loved mama and music, esp the gospel. I reckon it stops there.

       I never knew him of course, but if I had I’d a loved to play a song on the mandolin and sing some spirituals with him. I promise you though, I’d have let the man go enjoy the movies and not have bothered him. I’ve read where back in the day he’d have rent out the theater late at night so he and his buddies could watch a flick all the way through.

        In some ways I felt a bit silly posing with old Elvis, and thought it showed on my face in this shot. My wife liked the pic, though, and I guess there’s nothing wrong with old people having fun. (Me not my wife)

        Come Monday I’m gonna post some more about my visit with the school kids in Mississippi. I think I learned more from them than they did from me. I know one thing, I always learn a lot from coaches. When I was growing up, Coach carried even more weight than Elvis. 

Dr. B

Thanks to All in Mississippi

        We’re traveling the highway home, but I did want to stop long enough to thank my Mississippi friends. It was a fun visit. I’ll have much to write about this over the next few posts.

       So, to Marfar, Tommy Jr., Marie, Ken and Cindy Smith, Ma and Pa Smith, Ms. T, all the Saltillo High kids, the Master Sargent, Emily and Reed’s Gum Tree Bookstore, Smitty, Julius, Dr. Richard, all the Saltillo Circuit Rider gang including the fiddlin’ Tupelo Beauty Operator (the beauty operators know all in Harvey County) Ms. Paula at the Jameson, Susan, and Elvis, I thank you every one.

        Y’all go visit Mississippi. As Pa Smith says, “Here in Mississippi we have so many ways to treat you good, you’re bound to like one of ’em.”

       We loved it all. A great state.

       Oh, and Lacy; all the best to you too, almost left you off.

Dr. B