We spent the afternoon in Tupelo, MS. It is a lovely little town and everyone we met was friendly and kind. We had lunch at Longhorn in town and did a bit of shopping while we waited for the museum at the birthplace of Elvis Presley to open.

I have always wanted to visit this house. I must say like Graceland I was a little amazed and a little disappointed. There was this vibe of connection with Elvis at both locations – through the actual site as well as the visitors who also loved him. But – the materialistic crapfest that surrounds it with every piece of over-priced Made in China piece of shit just dulled the senses. Just because you CAN slap Elvis’ name on something, doesn’t mean you should. *cough* Peanut Butter and Banana flavored “Saltwater” Taffy *cough*


The house that Elvis A. Presley was born in, 8 January 1935 at 4:30am.

The front room.

The rear room.

Goofin’ on the drive back to to the motorhome.

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Lehnanne has shared with the internet her love of research, animals, and writing since 1996. She created and ran several independent online directories and communities. The desire to travel nurtured by every new duty station of her military family moves has stuck with her. When she is not busy being a cat servant and dog-mom, she enjoys exploring new places and dark chocolate.

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