So, there was a time when running into a group of kids goofing off at the Memphis Riverside would have spelled trouble. Lately, I’ve noticed that, thankfully, kids are growing up faster. They have found out that thugs and gangsters are no longer glamorous and they are treating others and themselves with more respect that I would have expected ten years ago. Their Mama’s and teachers would be proud.
I encountered this group of hooligans as I was still trying to figure out where I was and where I wanted to walk. Sadly, I had some technical issues with my camera but here are some of the better shots. I wish these kids well and I thank them for treating me with respect and regarding me kindly. Their laughter and joking around was contagious and I am looking forward to my next trip.
So, I took a bunch of pictures over the past two days. Notice the artists and the musicians so involved in what they are doing. There are tarot card readers and I believe the men on the stoop work at a hotel. Corporate America is missing the the color and whimsy and music that makes life important. Should we tell them?
These are some photos I took while walking the tracks a week ago. It was a good visit with Sally, my aunt who died today but will live forever in my memory. She is so much like my mother that I won’t have time to miss her. At 90 years old after a long illness, she deserves a rest.
The roses are Steve’s roses at the office. He said they were beautiful before the last big storm. I cannot imagine roses any more beautiful. The tracks I walked are the sepia colored photo and the chair is one that Burt made and still sits behind the office in Wesson.
Still, the weeds outnumber the cultivated flowers – kind of like people. Finding yourself in a person who is less than cultivated makes life interesting and reminds us that everyone deserves compassion.
So, it appears that I have a new part time home. The last time I went to Clarksdale, I found myself almost depressed. It took effort to find the change they promised on the red piano on the sidewalk. On this visit, I got to know a couple of my client’s employees and I found that I really liked them. I stayed at the Shack Up In and loved it. The shacks were exactly that – shacks. It is hard to find a shack there because blues musicians from all over the world congregate there. Late into the evening you can hear a song if you listen real hard. The people were quirky. It must be a requirement for hire. There was no internet in my shack so I couldn’t work all night long and I actually was up to see the sunrise on the mornings I was there. I regret that taking pictures at dusk is not something I have had a lot of practice with but I am posting them just to prove I was up and about at the crack of dawn.
It looks like I will be headed north again next week. It is harmonica camp week. Maybe my opinion will change.