Stuck inside of the Memphis Airport with the BBQ Blues

Yeah, I know Bob Dylan sang stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues and I am not even really stuck. I am between flights. The Memphis airport with its decor that would rival a greyhound bus station and carpet that may have been here since the airport's opening does have one thing going for it--the smell of Memphis BBQ. I want some so badly, but I foolishly ate some substandard California Pizza Kitchen at the Indianapolis Airport. There is a cool Sun Studio store as well. I wanted to buy one of the famous t-shirts, but unfortunately, my size falls somewhere between small and triple xtra large, so they had nothing for me.

So no t-shirt, no bbq, just me sitting here feeling like I am on a movie set from the seventies. It's that bad, really.
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UPDATE from the Memphis Airport Lounge:

Lead story on the 7 O'clock news:

The whale is found in the Thames River in London is now dead.

Chorus of 30something women sitting next to me: "Aww... that is so sad"

Next report:

The bodies of the two missing West Virginia miners were found today.

Chorus of 30something women: (silence).