Tag: Memphis
Construction
I’m all for urban development and smart density, but I’ll be honest: I’m a little prickly about the UT Medical building that’s going up just east of Sun Studio, simply because it obscures the comfortable, quirky Sun facade, which I have always admired on my drive in to work.
Ballpark figures
It was freaking hot hot hot Sunday but once we surrendered ourselves to back sweat and frizzy hair and $7 Ghost River beers*, I dare say we had ourselves a grand old time. *Okay, okay, okay. I was the only one surrendering myself to beer.
Inspected
After five point five years of living in Memphis — including many months of owning a home here — I’ve finally decided to take the plunge and get Shelby County tags. I figure I may as well fritter away my tax dollars locally rather than in Hardin County, where they go to build jails that house former high school classmates of mine. At least in Shelby County my tax dollars can go to fund some…
Bluesy Sunday
The weather is just nice enough not to level you when you walk outside, which means you should turn these songs up as loud as you can and strut around in the yard with a strong beverage of your choice in one hand and the sticky-skinned lover of your choice in the other. Richard Johnston — “Miss Maebelle”
Powerless
It’s 2:35 am. I am still at the office. The power went out shortly after 10 and we’ve just been sitting here, waiting for it to come back so we can put out the paper. MLGW has told us they have no clue what the issue is, but that substation 21 has been affected, and that means us plus The Med and Le Bonheur. Our office phones are down and our emergency lights are running…
Come for the bug lotion, stay for the flattery
I enlisted a nice gentleman’s help in Rite Aid last night, as I was completely unable to navigate my way toward the bugspray aisle. “Do you have bug-repellent lotions?” I asked him. He thought for a beat and then said, “Let’s go see.” He led me back to the bugspray and I scanned the bottles and canisters and moist towelettes for something more spreadable. I didn’t find what I was looking for. The man picked…
Union Avenue
Union Avenue from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. I promise you, you still still long enough in Memphis, Tenn., and the music will come to you.
In which your narrator’s want-o-meter goes berserk
Here is how a girl knows she has gone over the deep end into the homeownership bit of adulthood: She gets absolutely beside herself about all the weird and cool and old stuff at Memphis Waterworks and Memphis Market Central. I’m talking ancient doors, crumbly bricks from historic Memphis buildings, enormous church windows, soothing fountains, coppery hardware, the whole bit. I harbor no illusions that I will ever be able to afford anything…
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