Walking in Memphis

I spent the weekend in Memphis.

My grandpa and I decided to buy my grandma a manual typewriter, since she’s decided computers just aren’t her thing. Grandaddy and I found her a beautiful Olivetti typewriter on eBay (it’s a surprise, so don’t tell her if you see her in the next few days). I’m hoping we correspond, old skool style.

After the online antique acquisition, we had some time to kill before an evening movie, so I convinced everybody to head down to the casinos floating on the muddy waters of the Mississippi. We synchronized watches, since there are none on the walls of a casino. “Let’s all meet back here in one hour and head back to town. Here’s some money. Don’t spend it all in once place,” Grandaddy said. I dropped my cash in a half hour at the roulette table, paying homage to birthdays, classes of ” “, and anniversaries. Wandering around emptyhanded (except for a slippery glass of vodka and soda) I found Grandaddy at the craps table.

“You know how to play Craps, Grandaddy?” I asked.
“Nope. But I’m pretty sure if I put this chip down here and I don’t roll a 7, we win.”

When it was his turn, he didn’t roll a 7 for a very long time. This is the same man who took 3 quarters and turned it into nearly $1,000 with a couple of pulls of a lever last year.

Several hundred tucked deep in his Members Only jacket XXXL, we were rollin’ back to the Memph. Grammy and my Moms in the backseat. Mission accomplished.