Unfortunately we had another semi-sleepless night. It wasn’t the freeway though. Every now and then we heard rather loudly what sounded like someone dragging a garbage bag full of empty pop cans down the flight of stairs just outside our room. Just as we were slipping off into dreamland, it would startle us right back to wide awake. What the…? Thea even got up and went to the door and of course it would stop seconds before she opened the door. No one was there! We finally figured it out that it was the ice machine depositing ice into someones plastic bucket. It's located in the hollow passageway right next to our room. I think it might also have been the ice maker just dropping the last load into the holding tray. Then around 5:30 we were jerked awake by what sounded like a demolition derby right outside the window! After the brain fuzz settled we realized that it was garbage day and the truck that lifts the dumpsters had 4 or 5 within a hundred feet of our door. God! We had the hot breakfast which was actually not bad, packed the car and headed out intending to find the quilt store that Thea had read about in the visitor’s information pamphlet. I’ll be darned, we found it first try! What!? Yup, we did. The ladies that run the place were very outgoing and helpful. Thea was in quilter’s heaven. She found a pattern book with new (to her) patterns and a cutting deal to get the right amount of extra fabric at several angles. It worked for the patterns in the book. She even showed Thea how to use it and gave her some samples to take home. Well you don’t just walk out of a fabric store without fabric so we (yes we) picked out some fat quarters and a half yard of this and a half yard of that, paid for it all and then walked out. Tickled was my wife. It’s good to see her smile. We pointed the car towards Memphis and made plans to grab a bite on Beale Street down town. We found it easy enough, parked and strolled through all the sights, smells and sounds of the Blues Capital. They are famous for B-B-Q and a real fun place to be. Music (Blues) from several different live musicians was in the air. One guy we heard will be great in no time. Stevie Ray Vaughn comes to mind. He's the guy in the checkered cap. He was real good on that guitar of his. We ate at “Pigs” which boasts the best B-B-Q pork around. I bet they are right! We checked out the shops and found the Memphis Hard Rock Café. We found the brass note in the sidewalk for Elvis and then found the Gibson Guitar plant. We went inside the store that was full of pretty well every model of guitar they make. It was very cool. There is a festival starting tomorrow that will go through the weekend. I guess the place will really be hopping! Beale will be crawling with amateur and professional blues musicians, singers and those that love them. I’d love the music, but not the crowds so it’s good we got there today. We crossed over the Mighty Mississip and into Arkansas. Interstate -40 looked like a good bet to make some time. WRONG! I bet better’n half the semis in America were on that hiway today. It wouldn’t have been so bad except that they are all trying to pass each other and plugging the only 2 lanes for miles at a time because they are only going 1 mile an hour faster than the truck they are passing. Screw that! We got off at Wheatley and found a room in Brinkley a few miles down State hiway 70. We had to stop for a train, but that was OK with me. The truck traffic was way too intense this time of day. We’ll stay on 70 tomorrow and then go southwest from Little Rock into eastern Texas. Not sure which way we’ll go after that, but it will eventually get us back up into the Pacific Northwest in a week or so. I’ll keep-a-typin’ so’s you can follow us the whole way home. We are wondering where we’ll be when we stop talking like this! Oh, by the way, RABBIT! Til then, Happy Trails.