We parked our car about six blocks from the Hard Rock Café in an alley marked “no parking” on the wall and with a battered sign that read “not responsible for damage or theft” lying on the ground. I left the doors unlocked, the windows down and my GPS sitting on the dashboard.
As we walked the six blocks of mostly empty streets, I pulled out my wad of cash and counted it, nodding hello to passers-by.
We stopped in a convenience store and I bought a coke with a hundred dollar bill, remarking aloud to Holli that I hoped we wouldn’t spend all of the thousand dollars we brought with us.
We weren’t worried. After all, Memphis is #2 in violent crimes…not #1.
We drank heavily. We told strangers our life stories.
About 2 am, we weaved back to the car singing loudly.
