Memphis - Sweet Potato Pie

"Southern women. Man! They can't keep their hands off me!" Tom said.

Me, I can't keep my hands off Southern food. I just had the best BBQ ever ... just a notch above Charlie Vergo's Rendevous (from Saturday). It was at a very unassuming little dive called Cozy Corner. The menu was on a magnetic letter board. I had a pork sandwich with hot BBQ sauce. And you know those nice crispy edges? They were all over! The BBQ beans had minced onion and curry. And the sweet potato was the first I've had that didn't taste like pumpkin. It had little unmashed chunks of sweet potato. Finish with a big cold glass of Sweet Tea, and ooooooo weeee!

I went to Ole Miss in the morning. The magnolias were blooming and the daffodils were out in full force. I went to talk to the curator of the Blues Archive, Greg Johnson. The connection between us was instantaneous. Within minutes, we were finishing each others' sentences!

I won't bore you with all the details. Chuck Klosterman, in Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs said it best: "There's only one thing worse with someone with nothing to talk about. And that's someone with nothing to talk about except music."

But here's one thing: I saw actual Robert Johnson and Charley Patton 78's. They were beautiful! And you can play them on a specially designed laser turntable. Instead of a needle, which wears down a record, the turntable uses a laser which reads the analog grooves and converts them without touching the surface. Fantastic! Greg, in my humble opinion, has the coolest job on Earth.

Mostly now, I'm just resting and processing. Sleeping until 7:30 in the morning. (!!!) Strolling aimlessly. Just doing the things you'd do in Tahiti or Jamaica. Now if I could just find a mint julep...