Last weekend, QB shot off fireworks in Oxford, went to Memphis on a day trip, saw two intriguing–and very different–documentaries, and lost a round of disc golf on a sweltering day. We watched old episodes of The Simpsons, won our first game of Risk in years as Stop Making Sense was projected onto a wall in the background. (David Byrne’s gyrations distracted my opponent enough for QB to avenge the “frolf” loss earlier in the day.) We played lots of Scrabble, and book-browsed. And then we drove back to Jackson, marveling at the huge patches of kudzu that swarmed over the pine trees. By our standards, it was an eventful weekend.
We did not, however, see Graceland, Too, in Holly Springs. This now marks the second time in two trips to Oxford that we failed to take in this extravaganza. We’re beginning to think we’ll never see it, even though we passed through Holly Springs on the way to Memphis. A careful QB reader has directed us to his reminiscence of the place. It’s concise, very funny, and mildly disturbing. For our faithful eight readers, it’ll have to do until QB visits the place ourselves.