This week I’m road trippin’ with the fam to the setting of most of my Remember That Time We Did the Things posts, Memphis, Tennessee. It’s the hometown that I love to hate, but since Memphis is basically my family, no one is allowed to talk smack about it except me. You know how you can rag on your family constantly but then the instant someone else puts it down, you come to its defense and rip the foreign naysayer a new one? That’s me and Memphis. I’m allowed to complain of its faults, but if you ever do, I’m coming after you. It’s the 901 way.
Anyhoo, the jury’s out on if I’m even going to have time to write a post this week for Remember the Time (although I DID write a post ahead of time that you’ll see tomorrow. Look at me, blogging all seriously now.) This week, I’ll be busy eating barbecue,
hanging out at the Memphis Zoo,
chillin’ at the Shell,
and maybe introducing Cee to the shrunken head at the Pink Palace,
and remembering why I moved away in the first place when I become encompassed in the constant 1000% humidity. However, Ashley and I still have a prompt for you for this week’s chapter of Remember the Time: the radio.
Share your radio memories in a post and then check back with Ashley at Zebra Garden on Thursday and Friday to link up with us! Even if I won’t be writing, I will be reading, so dance, monkeys, DANCE!