The funniest thing is that Young George has his flight jacket (I think) jauntily draped over his shoulder, but I guess the artist wanted to add some dramatic flair and the jacket is not so much draped as it is flying from his shoulder.
It's a Very Stiff jacket!
"If it was windy enough to make his jacket blow like that, why wouldn't his hair be blown back, too?" Big Dog laughed.
"Maybe the wind is coming from right below..."
Memphis is Rock'n'Roll Airport. Rock and roll themed diners, an Everything Elvis shop, rock and roll memorabilia... You can tell who the rock and roll pilgrims are right away. They're the skinny British and Japanese rockabilly boys, the middle aged blues aficionados carrying guitar cases instead of roller bags, maybe that lady with the super red lips and big hair, too. If America has a Holy City, this is it. Pilgrims from all over the world come here to find Grace(land), Salvation and Redemption at the birthplace of Rock and Roll.
I wish they didn't keep focusing on Fat Elvis, though. It would have been so much nicer to have had a Young Elvis costume. Also, the Headless Elvis is a bit too disconcerting...
I was happy to be flying via Memphis yesterday, but after landing in LAX, the Jester went to work and made a fool of me. A couple of bad decisions turned a 10 minute cab ride back to the condo into a two hour bus ordeal. The 30 dollar difference just wasn't worth it! I can be a real jerk when it comes to Traveling Cheap. Guess I deserve to have it blow up in my face. Beware The Hubris, my friend!