I know the song is last train to Clarksville but we have traveled by plane to Clarksdale. Driving from Memphis TN to Clarksdale MI took a couple of hours as we were meandering through the areas in and around the main roads.
At one point we headed in towards Tunica and then around some back roads and came to the "swampy" looking area. Leaping out of the car for the perfect shot went well for me but Julia misjudged either what she was holding or the strength of the wind because as we looked around she was rushing up the road picking up the papers (our map and diretions) which had blown out of her hand when she opened the door.
"Clarksdale business establishment, recognizing the lucrative draw of tourism, has now embraced Clarksdale's role in American musical history at the crossroads of the immortal byways of the Blues, Highway 49 and Highway 61". (Source- Wikipedia)
The Blues is the reason we came to Clarksdale- tomorrow will be the big exploration of the museums and stores in the area but tonight was a quick tour of downtown and trying to orient ourselves to Clarksdale- didn't take long and being Sunday night there was no music, in fact there was pretty well nothing other than the giant buffet at the Steak place. So a hearty steak and salad and a pepsi and we're home sitting around doing very little waiting to see what tomorrow will bring.
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