Food & Serendipity

So far, we’ve eaten (more than once, and in no particular order):

pecan pie
fried oysters
black eyed peas
hush puppies
bar-b-cue brisket

Surprisingly, no grits yet. Or collard greens. Hope so soon. Decided against the fried pie.

On the serendipity front, came across the very sad looking memorial to Meriwether Lewis of Lewis & Clark–one of my favorite explorers. He died by suicide, a depression untreatable in that century.

Not exactly unexpected, but a touching moment in downtown Memphis:

one golden sidewalk note
on Beale Street.

Robert Johnson, legend has it, sold his soul to the devil to play Blues guitar like that. It seems possible.


Mindfield has a homey pro-Gay rights sign hanging on its outskirts (Dan Savage would approve a heterosexual’s support):


And a bit of encouragement for us all.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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