See, now you've got it constantly running through your mind too, and no amount of soothing Elvin music will erase the sound of the bad one out of Simon & Garfunkel.

I didn't take a tour of Graceland, or any of the other attractions. Maybe next time. I did watch the somewhat informative and entertaining video about Elvis' two planes which are on display at Graceland. It includes information on how they were moved there.

I signed my name on the wall outside Graceland, and I took a couple pictures of it. However, now I can't find those pictures. This has happened before; in KC I took several pictures of the brick buildings downtown, and in VA I took a few pictures of the ponies with Mt. Rogers in the background. None of those shots were on the card, and I guess I'm going to have to throw this card out, because I can't trust it anymore. So, you're just going to have to imagine that there's a third picture with: "Lonewacko.com Elvis Lives!"

I am indeed Elvis. Elvis Lives! Just as Elvis fired up his private jet at 1am to fly to Denver to get peanut butter sandwiches, I drove from L.A. to Vermont to get a new Green Mountain Club T-shirt.

Graceland is set in an area somewhat reminiscent of the nicer parts of Inglewood. It gets a bit worse further north, somewhat like heading east on Manchester. I guess Elvis had no interaction with his neighbors; he couldn't leave without an escort because there were people outside the gates 24/7.

The Mud Run in Memphis was closed for the season, which was quite unfortunate. It supposedly has rocks - real, goshdarned rocks - that one can walk on. Other than that, Memphis is pretty flat. The "bluffs" between Memphis and the Mississippi are gently-sloped, but too overgrown to walk through without bathing in DEET first.

I decided to spend the night in Little Rock, which was a mistake. As of 9:30pm on a Sunday night, the sidewalks there had been rolled up and neatly stacked in preparation for the week to come. I really should have stayed in Memphis.