Today I went hunting for a new address with a real estate agent. I think I have a place I can call home. It's near the heart of downtown and is called the Fogelman YMCA building. Funny, when I was looking on the Internet, I discounted this place but when I saw it in person, I was hooked. Hopefully all will work out and I can get this deal done. I still have to sell my loft in Atlanta, but I'm confident that in time things will work out.
After eating at the Memphis's oldest restaurant, Arcade, I set out walking about the city to get more familiar with the place. All of a sudden I see this sign, National Civil Rights Museum and realized I was near the Lorraine Motel. Turning on the next street off S. Main I saw it. To be honest it was a very surreal experience setting foot on hallowed ground.
The museum is wonderful, a true gem of the story of our people's struggle. Just peering into the room where Dr. King spent his last hours was eerie in itself. There is so much history to be told in both the motel and the flophouse James Earl Ray occupied one can't take it all in in one visit.
This is a must see for anyone visiting Memphis, this city has a story to tell.
