We... Went to Elvis's house, where I didn't particularly gain an appreciation for the King, but gained an insight into the American psyche. And swam in our motel's guitar-shaped pool.
Went to a scary dilapidated strip mall in Memphis that housed the dodgy-looking Uncle Lou's Southern Kitchen with its amazing fried chicken in Sweet and Spicy Hot Love Sauce.
Cruised down the Blues Highway, listening to Keith Richards' autobiography (read by Johnny Depp), pausing at Morgan Freeman's bar (Ground Zero) and the Blues museum in Clarksdale.
Visited Jim Henson's home town and shed a small tear in the little museum. Then Mj played Rainbow Connection on his ukulele by the creek which was the Best Ever.
Ate awesome hot tamales from a roadside stall in Greenville.
Drove through fields of burning cotton.
Drove off the beaten track so we could put our feet in the Mississippi.
Ate po'boys and crawfish étouffée in the French Quarter of New Orleans.
Rode a steamboat down the Mississippi and pretended Mark Twain was writing it.
Listened to blues in an awesome little bar called the Three Muses.
Another two days in the South, then we start north again into Texas!