"Put Some South in Your Mouth"

Gus' fried chicken and 3 samplings of ribs, which always meant pork there.

Rendezvous in the downtown for our first ribs in their intense dry rub style in a fantastic atmosphere that just evoked aMemphis rib joint.. full of Civil War history and the struggle of black Americans at every turn.

 John and Denny chowing down.

This lovely scene in the back of all the ribs getting charcoal treated. Day knew the owner who snagged us the best table in the house.

Beale Street, with plenty of music flowing into the street, along with tourists like
ourselves.

We lingered and the historical irony of enjoying an African-American run cigar lounge in the Deep South; pickers to vendors.

 
Denny - needs no comment!


















Brother Juniper's was a pleasant space, filled with Orthodox icons and a mural of a Russian monastery - maybe the only Western space I've entered where divine symbols mark, much like the shrines in Cambodian-run donut shops.

Memphis is home to several mythologies, from Elvis to Pharoah to Russian Orthodox icons - death as the common element.

John and Day's lovely street along the Mississippi. We traveled to primarily visit Westminster Academy, the school founded by the Hodges more than 20 years ago to get inspiration for Beacon Hill, as well as take part in their gap year program - Center for Western Studies - where quality discussions and meals by retired profs are held in the home L'Abri style.