Last night I had a severe boredom attack. One that makes you question the purpose of your existence. I couldn't think of a single thing I wanted to do. Atrion was asleep, and the world was my oyster. I think the problem was/am so excited about my upcoming trip that everything else pales in comparison to that excitement. I needed something to look forward to. So Cody suggested I take some "me" time today to get refreshed. He said I should go do something, anything! So I decided to go to the Civil Rights Museum. It's located at the Lorraine Hotel by Main street in downtown Memphis. This hotel, in case you don't know, is where Martin Luther King Jr was killed.
Hotel 306. He was standing on that balcony.
They have a whole gallery and a bunch of exhibits. I took a ton of pictures, but it was so dark, you can barely tell what anything is. Like this one. It has headlines from when the Civil Rights activists were doing marches.
Jail Cell where they locked up MLK.
Inside the hotel room looking out.
James Earl Ray was the shooter that assissinated MLK. This was his room that was just across the street. Room 5B
This view gave me chills. It's the same view James Earl Ray would have had looking at MLK before he shot him.
The window he shot out of.
It was a very reverent tour for me. I have such respect for Martin Luther King. I can't understand the hate and anger that people have towards others. The only problem with this tour is that I arrived at exactly the same time as a thousand chattery high school students. Kind of ruined a few moments (and pictures).
After the museum tour, I grabbed some quick lunch before my hair appointment. Did you know Wendy's has sweet potatoes? IS it just a southern thing? Anyhow, it was delicious. I also got a Caesar side salad and a jr cheeseburger deluxe without ketchup.
My hair appointment was at Capelli. I wanted to get rid of the weird mullety thing that every stylist thinks I want when I ask for a bob cut. Well, I ended up waiting for about an hour because there is some transitioning going on with the front desk reception area. They seemed totally clueless so that explains a lot. The salon was amazing though. There were a ton of stations, but it didn't feel cramped. The woman who did my hair was 7 months pregnant and about to go on leave. She had morning sickness and was backed up with appointments. Needless to say when my hair was done being styled and dried and did not look any different, I was too uncomfortable to say anything. I didn't want to make her any more backed up and have stress that would possibly harm her emotional well being or that of her unborn child. So...I still have the mullety thing. I can't wait until my hair is long again.
3 comments:
Your hair is adorable. What I can see anyway. That's the style.
Can't wait to see it in person.
Love, Kathy
Oh, I want to go to the Civil Rights Museum! Your pictures are great. I remember very clearly 1968. With the violence on TV every night from the Vietnam War and MLK and RFK being assassinated within months of each other, it was a very scary world for a 10 year old.
And, your hair is cute :)
I remember going to the museum on a field trip when I was a kid. It was powerful even then. And I'm sure your hair looks cute in person--it always does!
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