Memphis As I write this, my boots are stuffed with newspapers, hopefully, they will dry. I was going to visit Graceland until I saw the forecast. I'd rather get some miles, than look at Elvis' junk. Leaving Memphis this morning, I said "Rose…that's route 64, right outside our hotel." So we followed 64 through the city. A bad lane change in commuter traffic, quickly funneled us onto a bridge over the Mississippi River, and into Arkansas. So we came back over the river, and promptly got lost in Memphis. Yeah, they got some rough neighborhoods. But we found I 40, and blasted through all the construction zones, and out of the city. We found the confusing route 64, and then 100, in Whiteville. Eastbound. Somewhere out near Perryvil...