Brother Bob and wife Beth invited me to go along with them to West Tennessee where they were seeing several people. Since the recent hurricane destroyed the interstate in several places, we took back roads through the mountains. Bob took a photo of Beth and me at an overlook.

The trees were gorgeous, and we recorded and drank in their beauty.

We were still smiling at the end of the day. I tended to take photos when we ate, where I could see my companion’s faces.

We had barbecue the next two days, first outside Memphis.

The second time was in Memphis, not far from where Bob and I went to college.

Disregard the pickle in the photo. I don’t think it belongs, no matter how much you like pickles. Memphis supposedly has the best pulled pork sandwiches in the mid-South.

The college campus is beautiful. I took a photo of the building that had been the library when I was there. Now a tree photo-bombs it.

The first tower was built and dedicated while I was a student in the early 60’s. It shows up better from a distance where the trees don’t dominate it.

Sixty years after graduating, I didn’t see many things in Memphis that looked familiar. We didn’t linger, but headed to the town where Bob and I grew up.