Graceland
                  (Memphis, 
                    Tennessee)
                   
                  Excerpts from Beth: 
                     Every 
                    time we travel and discuss our upcoming plans with relatives, 
                    friends and coworkers, there is always an attraction that 
                    stands out in the collective consciousness of the masses. 
                    What is the Tennessee attraction that gets the, "Are 
                    you going to visit" inquiry? Graceland, of course.  
                  We were lucky enough to score a campsite right across the 
                    street from Graceland with a sea of RV's and streets named, 
                    "Hound Dog Way" and "Love me Tender Boulevard." 
                    We walked right next door to the Graceland parking lot and 
                    followed the maze of walkways to purchase our ticket. Our 
                    most expensive tour of the trip included an audio tour of 
                    the King's mansion and grounds. After waiting 20 minutes to 
                    get on the bus we were shuttled across the street to Graceland. 
                   
                  Let me begin by saying that although Graceland is a big, 
                    nice house . . . that's really all it is. Don't expect an 
                    expansive plantation or giant mansion. Not only that, but 
                    this big, nice house is decorated in extremely tacky 70's 
                    styles with shag carpet (that was not limited to the floors) 
                    and dark wood paneling everywhere, bright colors, crazy fabrics 
                    and mirrors on the walls. I felt like I had stepped right 
                    back into my youth.  
                   The 
                    tour wound through all the rooms on the first floor as well 
                    as the garage, racquetball court, trophy room and grounds. 
                    On the tour, the unpleasant demise of Elvis (if you believe 
                    he's dead) is fairly glossed over in favor of touting his 
                    musical ability, groundbreaking hip gyrations and commercial 
                    appeal. The gravesite is priceless. Mobs of fans were crowded 
                    around; snapping photos, crying and praying. On the bus ride 
                    back across the street one rabid fan grilled the bus driver 
                    on the requirements for working at Graceland since that was 
                    her "ultimate goal."  
                  Graceland was not my favorite house tour, but when in Memphis, 
                    you MUST strap on the sideburns and lace up your blue suede 
                    shoes. Millions of Elvis fans can't be wrong.  
                  http://www.elvis.com/graceland/ 
                  
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