1. Monday marked the anniversary of Elvis’ death. He would have been 75 this year. If he lived, I wonder if he would have still been relevant and survived all of the changes in music and the music business that came after him (Elvis grunge?). Graceland geared up as it does every year with Elvis Week which brings the impersonators, rabid fans and the curious to the King’s abode. On the night before his death there is a candlelight procession that lasts until Labor Day. Thousands upon thousands of people walk solemnly through the famous gates and up to Elvis’ gravesite behind the mansion. This summer has been a scorcher in Memphis with temperatures feeling like 115-118 degrees. I’ll watch the proceedings on the streaming video they have, thanks. Actually last year, I got to go to Graceland. It’s a neat place to visit…maybe not in summer though.
2. I got a coupon in the mail for Fresh Direct this week. For those of you not in the nabe, Fresh Direct is an online grocery store. You shop online as you would with any store, set your delivery time (a two-hour window) and the happy Fresh Direct truck comes to your house and (this is BIG when you live in a fifth-floor walk-up) carry your groceries to your kitchen. As great as they are, unless I’m really pressed for time I don’t usually use them, especially in the summer when I live just a few blocks away from an awesome farmer’s market. But hey, a coupon!? I made sure to order plenty of 5 lb bags of sugar and flour, and cartons of milk and OJ.
3. Ode to a manuscript:
A ride on a train.
In black-and-white. But summer is slow
4. Do you have friends that live far away but when you get together it’s like no time has passed at all? You pick up right where you left off. I am fortunate to have friends like that and they’re in town this week. It’s been great hanging around, roaming around the city, doing nothing in particular. No agenda except to eat, drink and be merry.
5. Not that I don’t have a big enough stack of “waiting to be read” books on my nightstand but I added one more: Sh*t My Dad Says. Justin Halpern’s dad is no lightweight. He was in nuclear medicine at UC-San Diego and tells it like he sees it. From the introduction he seems to be a mixture of Red Foreman from That 70’s Show and Archie Bunker. If you’ve already read it, let me know what you think.