Goodbye, Memphis

Goodbye, geezers playing "Mustang Sally."

Goodbye, "Li'l Darlin'" played at the right tempo.

Goodbye, young sailors in laser-white uniforms playing a rendition of "Anchors Aweigh" that brings bent-over old men to ramrod attention.

Goodbye, bartenders who scuffled each night to keep things flowing.

Goodbye, volunteers whose sweat made this go so smoothly.

Goodbye, Marriott, hotel by whose high standard of service all our future venues will be judged.

Goodbye, Tex and Dee and Terry and Howard and Bill and John and Mel and Lee and Ralph, Merv, David, Bob, Kim Debbie Chris Doyle Wilbur and an entire boatload of friends who have made this and unforgettable week.

I'll be home tomorrow and resume posting. There's a lot to add.

Goodbye, shipmates.