Look who we ran into while walking up the street. He still sounds the same and looked fine.
We went to the Cotton Museum at the old Memphis Cotton Exchange. Nice clean layout and a very good exhibit. Learned some more.
Some old signs of traders, sellers and weavers.
Cotton on the stem.
We then went on a tour of the Gibson guitar manufacturing plant. Here is where the luthier work on the string instruments. The company makes mandolins, bangos and guitars.
The body is glued together and takes three weeks to make the entire process, start to finish,because of the need to dry them adequately.
Finished product
He told us that only 5% of the guitars fail final inspection for a variety of reason, paint, scratch, out of alignment. They take these fails and cut into four pieces, place in a dumpster which is under survellance. When the bin is full the incinerate them.
A couple of things I have forgotten. When in Memphis we finished our eating at Alfred’s on Beale Street. Shirleen and I split a Pig Heaven combo. It was a half split of ribs and a pulled pork shoulder pile with beans. If I were to eat only one place in Memphis it would be here. The food was moist and delicious. Duke our waiter liked to talk, he was an old Coast Guard sailor, and an Eagle Scout. Sounded like he was a musician but that is only because he went to South by Southwest in Austin. Just like Jan and Jim’s son Mike. jerr
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