Tonight is Trolley Night on South Main Street in downtown Memphis. Except there won’t be any trollies. There will be those hideous looking buses designed to look like trollies. Those faux trolley buses are the Elvis impersonators of mass transit.
Behold, brothers and sisters! I bring you good tidings of great joy … and comfort! Seersucker season is back, at least for those of us who live south of the Sweet Tea Line!
When I was a child, Easter Sunday always began in darkness. And it always ended in sunlight.
My mother would awaken me dark and early on Sunday morning long before sunrise. I would put on the Sunday clothes she had laid out for me. A white sports jacket. White dress shirt. A colorful bowtie. Black pressed trousers and black shoes my father had shined on Easter Eve.