Today was a good day to be Daisy! (Actually, most days are good to be me, but today was extra good.) We left Nashville late in the morning, and a little over 3 hours later we were in Memphis. After unpacking, we drove into downtown Memphis along the Mississippi River waterfront, and walked and walked and walked. We saw a creek that was way, way bigger than Pimmit Run Creek that ran near our house in McLean:
We saw a giant named Elvis. Mom and Dad said he was really big in Rock, but I think he was actually made of metal:
And then we went to a really neat old hotel called the Peabody.
In the middle of the lobby of the Peabody, they have this huge fountain where five ducks come down from their penthouse each day to swim around, and then go back up to their penthouse at day's end.
Apparently they didn't know what Jack Russell Terriers are really like when other critters are a-flappin' nearby! Also, the horses pulling the carriages outside the hotel didn't seem to know either. But barking is in my blood; I can't help it. (I certainly would not be convicted by a jury of my peers!) But let's just say that I don't think I'm going to be invited back there... but they did let me take my picture with a couple of humongous metal dogs they had in the lobby:
So my Peeps just sent in these pictures from Beale Street. Looks like fun, but apparently quadrupeds are not welcome there, either. So that's why I'm here, now, just blogging away until The Dog Whisperer comes on the TV.
And here's a reader question: Lynn H. of Kensington MD asks whether I'm a front or back-seat driver, and what my favorite songs are. On the first question, it's an easy answer: neither. I have my Peeps to chauffeur me around; after all, that is what staff is for. Usually I'm in the back seat of Dad's car in my travel crib, where it's nice for long naps. but when we drove to downtown Memphis to go to the waterfront, I was curled up at Mom's feet in the front seat, where I found a cookie on the floor that couldn't have been more than 3-4 days old. Sweeeeet!!!
As for Lynn H's second question, I've always been partial to music by SheDAISY. DUH!!. But Dad seems to be stuck on classic rock from the 60s and 70s, which is okay enough I guess. But today, driving through Tennessee, he seemed to be particularly fond of Emmylou Harris, Linda Ronstadt, and early Bob Dylan. Actually, I like all of Dad's music, except for Cat Stevens for the obvious reasons.
My Peeps will be back here soon. Better sign off before they suspect!
Daisy Jones-Klein
