Susan Davis, a law school friend of mine, lives in Memphis. She was with us the night Jackson was born and stayed with us off and on for the last six months thanks to a screw up by the Tennessee State Bar. We used to work at the same law firm in Birmingham, which is where she earned the nickname "Peppa". Long story short, one day our Pakistani client point blank asked Susan if she was white or black. She was a very unhealthy shade of tan with blond hair at the time, but none of us ever questioned her ethnicity. I'm happy to report that she has toned down on the tanning (inadvertent pun), and continues to instead oscillate between various shades of hair since she is in the extremely fortunate minority and looks good no matter what. Anyway, Susan is a top notch hostess and invited us to watch the much acclaimed Alabama-LSU National Championship at her house complete with hurricanes, red beans and rice, and bread and pudding.
Matt hadn't ever been to Memphis so we had a good time hitting all the touristy spots including the Duck Parade at the Peabody Hotel, picture taking in front of Graceland (it was the weekend of Elvis's birthday and we were pretty disappointed not to spot a single Elvis in costume), a trip to sample some BBQ at The Commissary, and a stroll down Beale Street. Suffice to say that Matt never imagined his first Beale Street experience would be on a Sunday afternoon pushing a baby stroller in the rain, not an adult beverage in sight. To make up for it we went to the Flying Saucer for Pint Night the next day... with the baby (you can take the redneck out of Alabama but...)
Jackson loves his Auntie Peppa as we call her, but after meeting Mr. Jeff it appears she has a rival. The two of them were quite smitten.
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