Despite this just being west of Tennessee and the city of Memphis, West Memphis lacked darn near all of the same charm, visible history and musical significance of its sister city on the other side of the Mississippi River. But we stopped anyway.

I rather like the sign, sort of light and airy, much like a pineapple-scented air freshener.	There is absolutely nothing special about this water tower... it's like all the other water tower photo I have.	Well, when the train started roaring by, I was cool with it, but when it stopped, we turned back.
From a quarter mile off, Tubby commented the sign suggested a Planned Parenthood clinic. Nope.	Pigs -N- Poke. Nice name. But remember: you can't make a silk purse out of a pig in a poke.