At night he drives a totally lit, twinkling and blinking horse drawn Cinderella coach up and down Beale Street in Memphis. There's a sleeping dog named Gypsy under the blanket by his lap, his "best girl", he said.When he heard about our 16,000 mile road trip, he told us about driving to Alaska and back (from North Carolina) with his parents when he was younger -an amazing drive with hundreds of memories.
Not at all hustling us to buy a ride, he pulled a old worn piece of paper out of his wallet, handed it to me and said a drunk in a bar once told him if he ever made it to New Zealand, he had to be sure to visit:
*Christchurch
*Queenstown
*Dunedin
*Invercargill
*Milford Sound
Holding his creased, thin paper of dreams, seeing those five places I visited scribbled on paper, sure brought back wonderful memories for me too. Then he talked of trying to get work in New Zealand - maybe driving a truck.
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