Quack in Time …

What is it about four ducks that descend in an elevator, waddle across the lobby and swim in the fountain of a grand hotel that could possibly be so appealing? Quirky and, I guess, quacky. Somehow the The Peabody Memphis tradition still resonates with crowds of adults and children alike. And the ducks don’t waddle. The little critters race for the fountain the minute the elevator doors open. Their grand entrance is over in a few flapping seconds. (See HD video link below). Locked into tradition and now endlessly committed, The Peabody Memphis stages the duck ritual every day at eleven, (the ducks swim until five), complete with musical pomp and ceremony, red carpet and red stairs appropriate to their celebrity.



And then on to Elvis Presley’s Graceland Mansion. Why? Indeed. Why before and why after and I’m still not a fan. The history is interesting and I did learn one thing about Elvis I hadn’t known. Sadly, he had a still-born, twin brother. Who knew?He also had eye lashes like caterpillars. The mansion is a festival of precise scheduling, busy busing, goaded guiding and extreme exploiting. I am sure if Elvis had baked they would sell cakes too. The constant comment is about his decor, but it was au courant in the 60s & 70s and not too unlike the present styles of Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams. Not a fan of that duo either.

Then onwards into Arkansas literally just over the Mississippi River towards Hot Springs. The first thing you notice about driving through Arkansas and trying to scan the radio for music is its’ predictability. Sort of goes like this; scan, Country Music, scan again, Country Music, scan, scan, scan, Country MusicCountry MusicCountry Music, and more Country Music. Perhaps Paula Cole would be considered a heating fuel and Eminem candy coated chocolate here. And then there was the conversation at Fisherman’s Wharf restaurant, Hot Springs, with a delightful young hostess. Sort of went like this:-

Me – “Do you have anything on the menu that doesn’t have meat or fish? I’m vegetarian”.

Host – “We have chicken. Is chicken meat?”

Me – “Yup. Chicken is meat”.

Host – “What about Tuna?”

Me – “No, that’s definitely fish and therefore meat”.

Host – “What about Sea Food

Me – “No, nothing that had a mother”.

Host – “What about frog’s legs?”

Me – “I think I’ll stick with a salad, but thank you”.



About Gerre

I am a person in transition. Sold my NJ home and heading for my new place in AZ. My "do over" as my friend Dee calls it. Life is about transitions. This is my latest.
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One Response to Quack in Time …

  1. Sharon Hirth says:

    OMG needed a good laugh …If Elvis baked cakes they’d be selling them to
    I love it!…. maybe the waitress at Fisherman’s Wharf could get a job at
    Graceland-selling cakes.might be easier for her…! Keep ‘m coming…

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