Didn’t See Elvis, But Saw A Lot Of Nothing

Woke up this morning to fog and drove in it for about 150 miles. It wasn’t too soupy, so I felt somewhat safe.

But, before leaving Memphis, I headed down to Graceland to see if Elvis was there. Unfortunately, they said I had just missed him. Seems like my timing hasn’t been very good in meeting Elvis.

I guess I’ll just have to settle with a picture and a song. Speaking of a song, as I was leaving the good state of Tennessee and heading into Arkansas, I couldn’t get Elvis’s song, “Blue Swede Shoes” out of my head:

Well, its one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go.

But don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

Traveling across the state of Arkansas, I was trying to think what it was famous for. All that I could come up with was Bill Clinton…and we know what he was famous for. As to not leave you completely uninformed, I did some research and found several things that Arkansas is famous for:

The World’s Championship Duck Calling Contest is held annually in the town of Stuttgart.

The town of Alma (Sounds familiar), claims to be the spinach capital of the world.

Milk is the official state beverage. (Milk does a body good!)

The fiddle is the official state instrument. (Why does that not surprise me?)

The state has a land mass of 53,187 square miles, about half of which is abandoned trailer courts.

Entering into Oklahoma, the state that looks like an Indian, face down in the dirt, seemed to look a lot like Arkansas, yet dryer. Oh no, another song popped into my head and I can’t get it out:

OOOOklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin‘ down the plain,
And the wavin‘ wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain.

Well, I’m bedding down for the night in the ever so well known town of Henryetta, Oklahoma, about 80 miles east of Oklahoma City. You say, “I’ve never heard of the town of Henryetta?” Well, have you not heard of the famous Jim Shoulders? He is known here as the “Babe Ruth” of Rodeo.

I don’t know if I am going to be able to sleep at all tonight, knowing that I am sleeping in the same town as Jim Shoulders.

See you tomorrow