Growing Up in Memphis

Today I could not face the world for another minute until I had eaten a cheeseburger. And so we went where we always go, the Deli. The Young Avenue Deli, that is. On the way, we picked up Lea B. King, because kindergarten is only making Meredith want to see her friends more. Cause an additional 20 hours a week is, apparently, not enough.

A little back story: Lea B. King was born 2 days after Meredith, and they've known one another since they were about 3 months old. True love. We call her 'Lea B.' Whether she likes it or not. Cause that's how it is with nicknames that start when you're 3 months old.

Anyway, so we went to the Deli. While there, Meredith and Lea had a fab time thinking that they were playing all the video games on offer. They were not. It didn't matter. Now, one of the games is an Elvis pin ball game (we live in Memphis). The following discussion arose:

Lea: Elvis died from drugs. My daddy told me.
Meredith: What are jugs?
Lea: Chemicals.
Meredith: But what happened to Elvis?
Lea: He died from the drugs. He knew what they were, but he didn't know what they were doing to him.

Another sad story from Memphis. God bless Memphis, Meredith, and Lea B.