So Angry I Could Blog

We just got stopped by Tennessee K9 corp.

Yep, driving along at the speed limit we passed an officer's SUV. Not long afterwards, said SUV is travelling along side of us in the left hand lane. So, we do exactly what you would do: slow down. He slows down. We slow down. We get wigged but keep driving. That's when he pulls behind us ("Finally!") and puts on the lights ("F*ck!").

He comes to my side of the car -- the passenger side -- does the whole "license and registration" bit, and asked Seth to walk with him behind the vehicle. I sit and fret and try to read as much body language as posslible through the rearview mirrors. The officer doesn't shoot him and eventually walks back to me. I give him my ID and he asks me who Seth is, where we're going, etc. It's a corraboration thing, and evidentially my answers matched Seth because I too did not get shot.

Seth comes back to the car, turns the key in the ignition -- which is not so great because the car's running already and doesn't need to be started -- and we're back on our anxiety-filled way. No ticket.

Turns out that slowing down when a police officer stares at your car from the lane next to you is the kind of thing that drug runners do. Hence the momentary detection. To Seth's eternal credit, he didn't lose his temper.

Indignant comments: "Just another example of the militarization of the police force." "Yeah. 'We're just trying to keep you safe from the bad guys.' Just what Stalin said to his people."

Auric Goldfinger

There's something about taking a long road trip that brings out the best and the worst in people. Well, at least the worst. And just in me, really. By the time I got out of the car I stank like the stinkity stankiest stunk I've every smelled. Seriously, I offended myself deeply. Remember that marathon treadmill run in the boiler room of that senior center? The one next to the cheese factory? Yeah, I smelled like that.

I have to show you the pictures from Graceland. It was everything I thought it would be, and a lot more. Now I really know why people consider it the American Pilgrimage. I took lots of pictures with my phone, which is about as low quality as one could imagine, so I'll clean them up a bit before I post them all. If you know where my Google photo album is, you can see a few of them now.

Now we are traveling from one corner of Tennessee to the other, Memphis being in the lower left and Knoxville in the upper right. Anyone hoping for a "souvenir" from our nations gold depository can just go on hoping. This car is loaded up enough as it is.

Elvis Presley Blvd.

So, we had dinner in a great Indian place in Little Rock, Arkansas (you can find the best restaurants tucked away in strip malls) and now we're in a Days Inn room on Elvis Presley Boulevard in Memphis, Tennessee.

Ain't America great?

Graceland

We are going to Graceland. Memphis, Tennesee.

Poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland.

Squee!

Yeah, I know Paul Simon didn't say "squee." I did. I'm excited.

Touchdown In Dallas

Now THAT was a bumpy ride. Turbulence from the time we left to the time we landed. Wow.

The Adventure Starts

Actually, it started a little too early. I guess I expected my airport search to be a little more "extensive."

But hey, there's a Dunkin Donuts right next to the gate so I got myself some lunch and a coffee while I wait.

La Petite Millionaire

Today is Millionaire Day at Gilly's school.

As if you couldn't guess.