Chapter 10 of A Kiwi on the Amtrak Tracks
I MADE sure I would be off the train for a while in Memphis. It had been an equally long while since I had visited that city. I was eager to see how it had changed as well, and if it had changed as much as New Orleans (hopefully, not). The last time I was there I had done a heap of touristy things, like visit Elvis Presley’s grave at Graceland.
On the way, I had passed through Jackson, the capital of the State of Mississippi, and got some photos of it as it went by. Nicknamed ‘the city with soul’, it was a…