The Worst Elevator in Tennessee

So I walk up to the two gentlemen standing there and ask them, “Have you been waiting for the elevator for ten minutes or twenty?” Without a change in his sedated yet irritated expression he said, “Ten.” Thankfully, it opened a couple of minutes later. We had indeed found the worst elevator in Tennessee.

We are just about to roll of our hotel, containing said elevator, here in the great city of Memphis. After a long day of shooting and driving we were looking forward to seeing this historic city and getting acquainted with its barbeque. We did both.

For a Wednesday, the city was incredibly active. It seems that it was “Everybody Who Owns a Motorcycle in the South come to Beale Street Night.” And they did. The sights, the music and the people were all fascinating to watch. However, our fascination turned into a sobering acknowledgement of how lost the world is. We were on Beale Street, in Memphis Tennessee, and it exemplified the pinnacle of what this world has to offer.

Behind all of the smiles and groups of people having fun you look into the eyes of the people and you don’t see a lot of peace. You see a lot of people who are searching for a definition, a thing they can point to and say, “My life is being lived fully.” As the buzz of the evening waned you could tell that most people were not finding that contentment.

It was the same as any other street you walk down in America.

On a positive note, if you are ever in Memphis go to Rendezvous BBQ restaurant. When you do ask for Gino and let him know the folks from the Wake up America Tour said hi. I think we found the place that made Memphis BBQ famous. You can thank us later.