Pete and Re-Pete

Crossing the mighty Mississippi you leave Arkansas (whew!) and enter the "Volunteer State".
(I think "Volunteer" refers to volunteers fighting the Civil War. For the South.)

Welcome to Tennessee and welcome to the all new 2010 2285 Lance travel trailer with side slider at rest in the Tom Sawyer RV Park on the Mississippi River. As delightful a spot as you can find, sitting and watching the barges working their way up and down the Big Muddy.

But the real reason we're here in Memphis, Tennessee is to see our old friend Pete who's the news director at one of the TV stations in town. Paul and Pete have traveled the world together, not as a couple but for work and always have a great time when they see each other.

But enough about Pete. Say "hi" to Daisy at Graceland in front of The King, sporting her new, cool Elvis hound-dog shades.

But the reason we call this blog "Pete and Re-Pete" is that we saw him twice during our stay. The first night he took us to an excellent Memphis steakhouse called "Folk's Folly". A bit pricey but worth every penny...that he spent.

Pete had steak (duh, it's a steakhouse). Paul had a big juicy pork chop.

I had spinach.

As a big-time news director in this town Pete's well-known. After just eight months here, he drops into Folk's Folly about once a week and the chicks dig him. Paul says, "Well, he is a good kisser."

Next night we all gathered at the Tom Sawyer RV Park back across the river in West Memphis, Arkansas.

Had a good time. Lots of laughs. Too much vino and our camping neighbors from Ohio dropped by. Both Republicans. She's the head of some Republican women's group and asked Paul what our political leanings are. He said we're both American Nazis.

I didn't know you could unhook, load up and move out that fast. But they did.

They were actually very nice people and have an eight-month-old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, the sweetest breed of dog on earth. This little guy is named "Wellington". Makes Daisy seem like the hound from hell. But wait...she is.

Like I said, the chicks dig Pete. But Paul says he doubts that he's ever kissed one.

Paul and Pete worked in San Francisco for many years.

Enough said.

Oh, and they both traveled to Ireland on assignment about twelve years ago. In a pub one night they met a village big-wig who asked where they were from.

Pete said, "San Francisco." And then the big-wig said, "And would ye be queer now?"

They still get a good laugh out of that.

Pete was really our first dinner guest in the all-new for 2010 2285 Lance travel trailer with side slider. And here we are sitting in the dinette drinking and sliding it in and out. Whee!!!

I left with Pete. Paul got left with the dog. Not a bad trade.

In our next blog entry we'll poke around Memphis where Paul spent three months while in the Marine Corps. It's a bit different today.