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Party On!

A good time was had at the Best of Memphis party. (Photo: Shara Clark)

When I started working for the Memphis Flyer as an intern (and senior at University of Memphis) in 2008, I’d already been reading the paper religiously each week since high school. Pre-college, living across the state line in Mississippi, I’d drive to the Southaven music shop Disc-O-Tech to pick up a copy from the rack before I browsed their selection of new and used CDs. Once I moved to Memphis for school and work, the Flyer could be found pretty much anywhere — in restaurants, bars, street boxes, retail shops, grocery stores, you name it. All the years spent as a reader, I knew the Flyer had its finger on the pulse of Memphis — hip people, cool music, local news, what to do, where to go. One thing I hadn’t known about was the huge celebration thrown each year for the Best of Memphis. 

The first BOM party I attended, as a 20-something green journalist and part of the Flyer team (finally, as I’d dreamed), was held at the Metal Museum. Over the years, there have been many more at (and not in this order) Playhouse on the Square, the closed Imperial Lanes bowling alley on Summer, Minglewood Hall, the FedEx Event Center at Shelby Farms, Beale Street Landing, the Memphis Fairgrounds, and other venues that through the beer-soaked lenses of my BOM memories elude me at this moment. Each and every one of these events have been larger than life, with the best in local music, food, and drink on hand for partygoers to enjoy. It’s always been a celebration for the winners of our annual readers’ poll, but also for the staff, advertisers, Frequent Flyer supporters, and sponsors who keep this publication thriving, nearly 35 years after the first issue hit newsstands. 

The 2023 event was held at the Ravine in the Edge District last week, and, as in years past, the shindig brought many faces together to drink, eat, dance, and mingle. There’s always been an undeniable energy at these parties, one that naturally comes with seeing hundreds of people light up as they pose for photos, hug friends or former colleagues they haven’t seen since maybe the last annual event, or shake hands upon making new connections. (You can see a selection of photos from this year’s BOM party beginning on page 16.) 

One thing it did this time around, nearly a year after taking the helm as editor-in-chief, was remind me that the Flyer is still the coolest of the cool in this city, just as I thought it was when I was a teen. I’ve grown (as a writer) and grown up, literally, alongside so many of these faces — Paula Raiford, the Huey’s team, local news anchors, tattooists, brewery crews, and more, who attend these gatherings year after year. These are just some of the people and organizations that make this place so uniquely Memphis — and the Flyer does that, too. As has always been the case, we continue to create an alt-weekly paper with the type of coverage you won’t find produced by anyone else locally. There are tons of supporters out there who still seek us out, who love and appreciate what we do. And we can throw a hell of a party! Seeing that all in action in a real-life setting, off the page or screen, was a true joy. 

We also host a number of events open to the public throughout the year. Don’t miss our Bacon & Bourbon Festival at FedEx Event Center this Friday, October 6th, from 6 to 9 p.m., or Crafts & Drafts at Crosstown Concourse, held Saturday, November 11th, and Sunday, November 12th, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Keep tabs on other events we have in store for you and follow the fun, sometimes snarky, always informative news, politics, arts, music, food, film, theater, and sports reporting (and more) on our social channels or at memphisflyer.com. 

Thanks for being here with us — and party on! 

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Celebrating the Best of Memphis (It’s All of You)

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Our biggest issue of the year is here — the annual Best of Memphis. In May, we asked you, our readers, to nominate your favorites in food, drink, retail, services, arts, and more. From those nominations, the ballot was created. This summer, our audience voted on their favorites among the many restaurants, salons, venues, parks, and so many things in between. And now … drumroll, please … the votes have been tallied and results can be found on the following pages.

There are some long-standing beloved Memphis institutions that pull the top spot in their respective categories year after year, but you’ll also notice some new names and faces among the 2023 winners. We hope you’ll enjoy browsing through these sections to see the people, places, and things that keep the Bluff City thriving, stylish, entertained, informed, and fed. These are the businesses, organizations, and service providers that make Memphis great, and we’re happy to feature them as the best among the best.

There are, of course, mom-and-pops, startups, and small businesses that you may not see here in BOM. That doesn’t at all lessen their value or quality. So many more folks are out there creating, cooking, and offering their time and skills to us day in and day out. If there’s something or someone you love but don’t see on the list this year, be sure to put their names in the running during the 2024 nomination season.

A lot goes into making this issue the biggest and best. Aside from all the outstanding nominees and winners, our staff spends countless hours working behind the scenes throughout the year to ensure the entire process goes smoothly. Kudos to our digital services director, Kristin Pawlowski, who works the website magic to build all of the BOM online components, including the massive task of managing nominations and voting; our art staff, Carrie Beasley, Christopher Myers, and Neil Williams, who design the promos, ads, layouts, and art elements that bring life to the many pages you see before you; the sales team, Kelli Dewitt, Chip Googe, and Kalon Ambrose, and our chief revenue officer Jeffrey Goldberg, who hit the ground running with our nomination and voting promotions and party sponsorships to engage clients along the way in the Best of Memphis fun; Margie Neal, our chief operating officer and woman of many, many hats, who handles much of the invaluable planning and organization backstage; our writers, Samuel X. Cicci, Michael Donahue, Alex Greene, Kailynn Johnson, Chris McCoy, Abigail Morici, Toby Sells, Jon W. Sparks, and Bruce VanWyngarden, who pen winner blurbs for the nearly 200 categories in the poll; and the copy editors, Cicci and Morici, who read these pages several times over to ensure no typos slip through the final printed version. Thanks, as well, to Molly Willmott, who plans the annual BOM event hosted for winners to make it the biggest and best party of the year. And finally, to Chet Hastings and our delivery drivers who get this and every other issue out into the world and on the racks for you to pick up and enjoy. (Please take a look at our masthead to see the names and roles of all the valued members of our team who bring the Flyer to you in print and online, all year.)

We love Best of Memphis, not only because we’re able to highlight so many of Memphis’ assets, but also because we have the opportunity to include our readers in what we do. Nearly 20,000 people took the time to nominate and vote — to make your voices heard by telling us your favorites among all things Memphis. As we celebrate the completion of the 2023 BOM issue, we celebrate not only the winners, but every person who reads the Memphis Flyer, every person whose talent contributes to the making of this fine publication, and every advertiser whose support keeps the Flyer free. We could not continue this dream without each and every one of you. Thank you all for being the Best of Memphis!

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All Eyes on Ground Zero

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I was 18 years old, settling into my first semester of college and working the opening shift at my job at a local dry cleaners. Mornings there were especially busy as folks lined up to hurriedly drop off bags of laundry on their way into work. I sorted through the heaps piece by piece, wrote up itemized tickets, and tediously pinned numbered paper tags onto each garment before throwing them into their respective bins — dry-clean only, lights, darks. We had a vintage tube TV — probably a 13-inch, with a bunny-ear antenna atop to facilitate less fuzzy reception, its exterior covered in denim fabric. It sat at the end of the long counter where customers left their dirty business suits and button-ups in piles. Since, like this day in particular, most morning shifts were worked solo, I kept the little TV tuned in to some morning show or another for background noise. Sometimes there’d be celebrity interviews or a topic that caught my interest. But mostly I slogged through, paying little attention as I poured stain remover on soiled collars and mindlessly managed the stacks. At 18, I didn’t know or care much about current events too far beyond my limited view. Until that morning when something way out of the norm happened. Something that connected me to the nation at large in a way I’d never felt before. Something that shook me to my core.

On that edition of NBC’s Today Show (currently viewable on YouTube), Matt Lauer’s interview with Hughes author Richard Hack was abruptly interrupted with breaking news about the World Trade Center. After a brief commercial break, Lauer and Katie Couric returned, cutting to live footage of smoke rising from one of the Twin Towers. “Apparently a plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center here in New York City,” Couric said. “It happened just a few moments ago … We have very little information available at this point in time, but on the phone we do have Jennifer Oberstein, who apparently witnessed this event …”

NBC’s first eyewitness spoke over the line. “It’s quite terrifying. I’m in shock right now,” Oberstein said. “I came out of the subway at Bowling Green, I was heading to work … I heard a boom, walked out and there was a big ball of fire. I’m now looking north at the World Trade Center, and it is the left tower looking north. I’m in Battery Park right now and you can hear the fire engines and the emergency crews behind me … pieces of the building are flying down … it’s horrifying … I see a major fire …”

I watched anxiously (as did most of America) as more information came in throughout the live broadcast — and another plane strike, a hit at the Pentagon — not knowing what this meant or what it could mean for the future. A few customers paused, momentarily glued to the TV with me, as the events unfolded. Do we go about our day as usual? Should we get home to our families?

Nearly 3,000 people died that day in New York City, Washington, D.C., and Shanksville, Pennsylvania. “Terrorism,” a word my young mind hadn’t been familiar with, would become part of everyday conversations. Would there be more attacks to come?

A 2021 Pew Research Center retrospective piece said, “A review of U.S. public opinion in the two decades since 9/11 reveals how a badly shaken nation came together, briefly, in a spirit of sadness and patriotism; how the public initially rallied behind the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, though support waned over time; and how Americans viewed the threat of terrorism at home and the steps the government took to combat it.”

I recently wrote in this space how the early days of the Covid pandemic spurred a unity I hadn’t felt before or since. But that’s not entirely true. While I was too young to fully grasp the effects of 9/11, I do recall the camaraderie in its wake — the American pride, the flags waving from the back of pickup trucks and in front lawns “in a spirit of sadness and patriotism.” But I also remember the fear it caused, the cultural division, how suddenly so many were suspicious of people who didn’t look like them. Tragedy can bring us together as much as it can rip us apart.

As we reflect on that day, where we were, and how we felt, let’s hope the next inevitable tragedy fosters more of the former.

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(We Can’t Imagine) A World Without Internet

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Bank accounts, investment funds, appointments, bill pay, concert tickets, emails, streaming entertainment, home security systems, Uber rides, air travel — these are just a handful of things much of society manages today via the internet. So what happens if a site crashes, an app malfunctions, or the net goes down?

Some of you may have noticed that in our little corner of the World Wide Web, the Flyer site went kaput for a couple of days last week. On the backend, where we upload stories for online publishing, our team was welcomed with a “critical error” message, alternated with a “502 Bad Gateway.” Visitors to memphisflyer.com — or anyone clicking previously active links shared out on social media — found a mostly blank white screen with “internal error” in small letters across the top. For our editorial staff, not being information technology specialists in the least, these error messages were quite alarming. While we do produce a print product, we rely on the web to get fresh content — not found in the weekly hard copies — out to our readers throughout the week between the printed issues. Attempts to log on were fruitless, and we sat with hands tied, plugging away at interviews and stories in the meantime, until our IT gurus worked their troubleshooting magic behind the scenes to sort out the problem. It did get sorted, and all is well. But what was merely a blip in the big picture left me with lingering concerns — and not just about memphisflyer.com. 

The world has been digitized. We can — and do — purchase just about everything we need online. Our savings accounts are simply numbers on a screen when we sign in to our banking institutions’ websites or apps. Many businesses — from fast food to music venues to transit and much in between — have gone (or are going) cashless, meaning you need a card, connected to an account managed almost solely online. We read books online via electronic devices. Scan QR codes to gain entry into events. Navigate trips with pleasant automated voices telling us which way to turn. Post happy birthdays to Facebook. Order food and grocery deliveries. We effectively make entire transactions with the little black rectangles in our hands, via the internet. No check books, no paper tickets, no maps. We only need the invisible, inexplicable (to most) connection to the World Wide Web to complete a myriad of tasks. 

While researching for this column, I had no fewer than 10 tabs open to various pages — our work Slack channel, my Gmail account, the Google document in which I originally typed this text, the Flyer site, our website management hub, and several pages linked to stories that appeared with a search on this topic. This will age me, but I’m sure some of you can relate: I remember when researching for a school paper or college essay required a visit to the library or the scouring of a physical Encyclopedia Britannica set. (Did you know the final 32-volume printed edition was published in 2010? It now exclusively exists as an online encyclopedia.) Working on a short deadline with the Labor Day holiday, I’d have had to start my research much sooner, digging for relevant magazine articles, academic journals, and the like if I wanted to include any concrete stats or legitimate references. 

So, yes, the internet has allowed us the convenience of unlimited information — and access to literally anything — at our fingertips. But with some cost. We no longer have to retain information (or work very hard to get it). What film do I recognize that actor from? Google it. How long does it take to drive from Memphis to Fargo, North Dakota? Google it. Do turtles have a sense of smell? Hey, Google … And we’d be pretty screwed if our work disappeared into the internet ether or the numbers in our bank accounts were no longer accessible. 

According to statista.com, “As of April 2023, there were 5.18 billion internet users worldwide, which amounted to 64.6 percent of the global population.” 

A March 2021 Pew Research Center story, “About three-in-ten U.S. adults say they are ‘almost constantly’ online,” dives into our inadvertent reliance, noting two years ago that 85 percent of Americans “say they go online on a daily basis.” 

And people were skeptical about this many years before it took such a firm hold. A Kalamazoo Gazette staffer explored the topic on mlive.com in 2010 with “Are people too dependent on the Internet?” A Teen Ink contributor answered (sort of) in 2013 with “WE ARE TOO DEPENDENT ON THE INTERNET.” 

While I’m not a fan of all-caps, I think the then-teen writer wanted to make their stance clear. And, for better or worse, they weren’t wrong.

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A Heartfelt Thank You

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I’d like to start off this week by extending a heartfelt thank you to the handful of readers who emailed me in reference to last week’s “I’ve Got Mail” column, in which I shed light on my least favorite part of this job — receiving hateful feedback from “readers.” (I guess we’ll call them that, despite the lack of evidence they’ve actually read what any of us have written.) While that was the first direct negative email I’ve gotten in the months since I’ve been editor of this paper, I do often see angry comments from folks on social media. It’s best to laugh them off, I’ve found, as most times it’s akin to Yelp or Google reviewers who have plenty of time on their hands to rant publicly about bad experiences, but rarely take an opportunity to praise good ones.

The Memphis Flyer hasn’t officially published “Letters to the Editor” in quite a while, but I’d like to devote some space here to share encouraging tidbits from some of the positive responses I received, from longtime (or lifelong) Memphians (who actually do read the paper). They were healthy reinforcements of why we do what we do, week in and week out.

“Memphis is a deeply human city: living here regularly reminds me of the beauty, joy, misery, and cruelty that make up the human experience,” reads one email. “Too often, I am disappointed and frustrated by the narrow-mindedness, coldheartedness, and fear that infect our largely hardworking, friendly, and generous community. Reading the ‘Checking In’ email that you received is one such incident. … I applaud your call for critical thought and for, above all, kindness. Your response reminded me of one of my favorite Gandhi quotes: ‘We have to answer lies with truth and meanness with generosity.’”

A “Proud ‘Demokrat’ who regularly reads the Flyer” humorously wrote in response to the misplaced-rage commentary, “I too have a mental disorder; I am a proud liberal. … Now y’all have my ever-loving gratitude by being just what I need: a respected member of the socialist insane asylum.”

I’ll admit, while in the throes of writing, editing, and cranking out a paper each week, it’s easy to forget that there are people who genuinely look forward to seeking a news rack and immersing themselves in what we produce, so this was especially moving:

“My weekly ritual involves grabbing a paper copy of the Flyer from the newspaper stand in the lobby of Clark Tower where I work. I typically read it over lunch and I always find something new and different and interesting, every single week. We subscribe to all of the papers in this town but I enjoy and value the Memphis Flyer the most. My wife and I signed up as Frequent Flyers a few years back and I smile every time I see the email reminders.

“Keep up the good work. You and the Flyer crew are the best and Memphis is extremely lucky to have you.”

To that, I say, we are extremely lucky to have you. Each and every one of you who makes a point to add us to your weekly routines, whether that is picking up a physical copy out in the world or reading through our news, politics, sports, music, food, film, arts, culture, or opinion features online — you are the reason the Flyer is still here and going strong, more than 30 years after our first issue hit the streets. We appreciate everyone who has signed on as a Frequent Flyer — by contributing financially, with a one-time or monthly donation. (You can learn more about our Frequent Flyer program via the “Support Us” link at memphisflyer.com.)

As an independent publication, always free to you — in print and online — keeping you informed and connected to our city is at the forefront of our mission. Every time you pick up a paper, pass a copy on to a friend, share our stories online, or do business with our advertisers, you are supporting what we do. For that, we extend our endless gratitude. The Flyer wouldn’t be here without you.

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I’ve Got Mail

“You’ve [always] got mail!” (Photo: Justin Morgan | Unsplash)

Sometimes Sundays feel like the eve of the first day of school. Like a kid anticipating a new semester, the nerves swirl and keep me awake before the “big day.” Working on a perpetual deadline, with a column due each week, it’s as if there’s an essay looming, to be graded — and I’m not always prepared for it. The “grade,” of course, will come from you, the readers — and my aim is to write something relatable, entertaining, or in line with current events.

But this Monday, as is occasionally is the case, I wasn’t sure where to begin. I stared at a blank document longer than I’d like to admit, pausing from that daunting task to edit stories as they traveled through our production process or to review articles awaiting publication on the website. Another distraction, albeit a necessary part of the job, is sorting through emails. Dozens come through my inbox daily, of varying degrees of importance — from promotional product pitches to local news items to (more rare) reader feedback.

One email, with the subject line “Checking In,” caught my eye. Typically if someone is checking in, it’s in relation to a previous conversation or a follow up to a prior email that I’ve not yet replied to. This, though, was something else entirely. Feedback of sorts, I guess you could say, but more just an airing of grievances on Memphis, its politicians, and crime. The note, from a person who no longer lives or works in the city, according to the sender, referred to “you” and “your” a handful of times, as if I or the Flyer has some kind of control over the issues listed within. And they were “checking in” to let me know they still can’t stand our “leftist bullshit.”

“The truth is, Memphis is a steaming, stinking, shithole caused solely by your demokrat [sic]/leftist policies,” the email reads, in part. “Amazing how you otherwise intelligent people, smart enough to write and publish, can be so stupid – or brainwashed – to think your leftist ways work. Liberalism IS a mental disorder and you are both administrators and patients of the socialist insane asylum.”

So this publication, a historically left-leaning alternative newsweekly, somehow, in this person’s mind, contributes to the problems they perceive to weigh on Memphis as a whole? Hmm.

I realized last week that it’s been nine months since I took the helm as editor-in-chief of this paper (and this was my first hate mail, a good run if you ask me). There have been growing pains, as is natural with any job, but particularly one in which you have a platform such as this. Writing something of substance in my column is top of mind, and I’d like to use my voice for good as often as possible. Anyone who has followed this space over the course of my tenure may have noticed I don’t make a habit of intentionally riling people up. I prefer not to promote division, but rather gently remind people that we’re all human, mere specks floating on a rock in space, trying to get by.

So I find myself wondering what would inspire a person to wake up one morning and think, “You know what? I’m pissed off and the editor of the Flyer needs to know this.” The message wasn’t directed at something in particular I had written or a specific piece composed by one of my many talented colleagues. There were no suggested solutions provided or any actionable critiques. Just an anger-dump, addressed to me, for reasons I can’t quite discern.

There was one thing I wanted to weave into my column last week about the congressional hearing on UAPs and the alleged discovery of “non-human biologics,” but with limited space, it didn’t make the cut. I wrote on how we simply don’t have the time to worry about that — unless UFOs land in our front yards, no big deal, who cares. But in reality, some people have a lot of time to worry about a lot of stuff — to be keyboard warriors berating others for their beliefs, to moan about “woke culture,” to bash people for their personal life choices.

I don’t venture to think I can change anyone’s mind, nor do I impose my opinions in ways that belittle others. But I do urge you to think for yourself, do your own research, and above all, be kind.

Hate is a choice. Imagine where we could be if more of us chose love.

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The Truth Is out There

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Last week, a former U.S. intelligence officer testified before Congress that aliens are real. Turns out, we don’t really care.

In Wednesday’s House Oversight subcommittee on National Security, the Border and Foreign Affairs — largely discussing unidentified aerial phenomena (UAPs) — three former military officials gave some confounding testimonies about, among other things, unidentified aircrafts that used logic-defying technology and claimed the government is hiding information about UFOs from the public.

AP News reported that one speaker, retired Air Force Major David Grusch, “was asked in 2019 by the head of a government task force on UAPs to identify all highly classified programs relating to the task force’s mission. At the time, Grusch was detailed to the National Reconnaissance Office, the agency that operates U.S. spy satellites.” During last week’s hearing, the former major-turned-whistleblower spoke of “nonhuman biologics” — matter retrieved from found UAP crafts’ pilots — saying, “That was the assessment of people with direct knowledge on the [UAP] program I talked to, that are currently still on the program.”

Grusch told the panel his testimony was based on four years of work on the task force and interviews with 40 witnesses: “individuals with a longstanding track record of legitimacy and service to this country — many of whom also shared compelling evidence in the form of photography, official documentation, and classified oral testimony.”

Grusch also claimed he’s faced retaliation and “administrative terrorism” for speaking out and, as NPR reported, said “he had been denied access to some government UFO programs but that he knows the ‘exact locations’ of UAPs in U.S. possession.” The Pentagon has dismissed Grusch’s allegations of a cover-up. The full hearing is viewable on YouTube.

But back to the whole “we don’t care” thing. Sure, it’d be nice to know if aliens exist. What are the implications for humanity? Could someone please tell us what the hell is going on? But right now, after the most uncomfortable few years in recent history — a pandemic, a collapsing economy, the hottest global and oceanic temperatures on record, a list of horrors and struggles and traumas that goes on and on — we simply don’t have the bandwidth to give much energy to the idea of flying saucers or little green men. The world is burning. Unless the aliens are coming to save us, meh.

If the U.S. government has supposedly known about the existence of “non-humans” since the 1930s or so — and has run “a multi-decade UAP crash retrieval and reverse engineering program” underneath our noses — what’s the big deal? Some are asking, “Why now?” Could this hearing have been a distraction from something else? The possibility of the presence of non-humans with insanely advanced technological capabilities has repeatedly been referred to as a “bipartisan national security concern.” But could this be a scare tactic? A bread crumb meant to plant seeds for another lockdown? Conspiracy theories abound. Between those and governmental obfuscations, who could know up from down? For funsies, you can venture over to TikTok or scan the reels on Facebook or Instagram, where the whole thing has become a big joke. “Earth is awful. Please take me with you, aliens!” appears to be the consensus.

Humans have pondered the potential of extraterrestrial beings for centuries. Even before science began to unfold the nature of the universe — its planets and nebulas, black holes and cosmic dust — simply stargazing would make one wonder. There must be life in the vastness of it all. The truth is out there, to be sure. But even if that meant aliens were real, and even if that info was handed to us with neon flashing lights and red flags and bullhorns, we’d probably still go about our days, same as always, punching the clock and paying the bills — because that’s what’s got to be done. Unless spaceships land in our front yards, we’re sorry, we just don’t have time to think about that. It’s unfortunate, really.

I find some measure of peace in the unknown. Maybe something discovered within it will help unravel our own existential mysteries. Maybe life isn’t just about punching a clock and following society’s rules, without pausing to think deeply about the meaning of it all, until we die. Do you want to believe?

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The Chicken at the Window

“Open the clucking window right now.” (Photo: Shara Clark)

If you follow this column, you might recall that in early June I embarked on a month-long Midtown staycation/house-sitting adventure. As of this writing, I’ve been back at my own home for 11 days, but — this being the staycation issue and all — I figured I’d offer a brief and final follow-up of my time away. You may remember me writing in this space about how I first had to work up the courage to pick up a chicken from her nesting box, or how the following week, one of the hens decided to show me she was boss by literally pecking me into my place in the pecking order.

I had no prior knowledge of tending to chickens (but plenty of knowledge of chicken tenders, heh) and was in for a learning experience. By the last day, though, I considered myself a bit of an expert hen handler. My at-first broody friend Pancake and I wound up becoming best buds. Some evenings, instead of going to the coop at dusk with the rest of the flock, she’d pace around the window sill, eyeballing me as if to ask, “Can I come inside with you instead?” She couldn’t, of course, so I’d go out and pluck her gently from the sill and lead her to her friends, where they’d be locked in safe and sound for the night. As part of our last goodbye, I picked her up, for no particular reason other than I could, and held her against my hip, lovingly stroking her peachy blonde feathers as she cooed in contented response. The “mean” one, Geli, and I became friends, too — as long as I came out with cold cucumber or grapes every once in a while, she was cool — and there were no further pecking incidents.

I took several videos of our morning ritual, wherein I’d come around the corner from the back porch, the hens gathered impatiently at the coop door awaiting release (and breakfast). I propped the phone up on a ledge to capture footage of my first reluctant attempts at picking up a chicken (it’s embarrassing, really, so those are reserved for my viewing only). And I have an absurd number of pictures of hens grazing, chilling in my lap, dust bathing, or window sitting. With the surplus of eggs I found myself with, I baked my first quiche — with broccoli and cheese and the freshest eggs imaginable. I really miss the girls (and I even joined a Facebook group called Midtown Chicken People and have pondered adopting a flock of my own; more on that later, maybe). In that month, I learned a lot about chickens, and myself — just me and five hens (and two skittish cats) in a big ol‘ empty house not five miles from my own.

I’m accustomed to my neighborhood walks near U of M, but the Midtown strolls were lovely in a different way. Busier streets, lively local venues and restaurants — the whole area teeming with energy. I popped over to trivia night at Slider Inn one evening; another, I walked to dinner at Hattie B’s. One late afternoon, I followed the sound of live music to a gathering in a church parking lot nearby. Some days, I’d venture out aimlessly, just soaking it all in. Ultimately, I spent that time in a Memphis I wasn’t so familiar with — not from that vantage point, at least. An enjoyable staycation all around.

Of course, you all likely won’t have an opportunity to house-sit and care for hens as I did. But I think our “Stay & Play” cover feature may give you some inspiration to enjoy our city in ways you might not have before — from free art and tourist attractions, to an international food tour, to live music, to sports events, to a night on the town, to tending your own garden with an assist from local horticultural experts. Even if you’re a lifelong Memphian, there’s a lot to discover beyond your own four walls, if you’re willing to get out and give it a try.

While I’ve bid adieu to the chicken at the window, more facets of Memphis await on the other side of that particular summer staycation. I hope you’ll join me in exploring those parts that draw people here, year after year.

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Mismanagement, Fraud, or Forgiveness

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Last Friday, in a 6-3 vote, the Supreme Court shot down President Biden’s student debt forgiveness plan, which would have reduced or canceled federal student loan debt for millions of borrowers. Payments and interest have been paused since March 2020 as part of Covid-19 emergency relief. According to studentaid.gov, after the hiatus, interest will start accruing again this September, with payments becoming due the following month. Some people are very upset about this ruling. Others were very upset about the possibility of folks having their loans forgiven.

A few years ago, I proudly exited college with a hard-earned journalism degree and a shiny new debt of nearly $26,000. Welcome to adulthood, you’re starting off in the negative, good luck! I worked service and retail jobs until I landed an internship here at the Flyer my senior year, and even then, held two jobs for a while just to be able to pay bills and buy groceries. There wasn’t much left over for savings. When the loan came due, I applied for a brief deferment, and later income-driven repayment. The interest really got me. I was getting nowhere for a long time. I bemoaned how dumb it was to have taken the max loans each semester. But at the time, I was stoked to receive a “refund” check after tuition was covered. Silly me didn’t ask questions, didn’t speak to financial aid counselors to fully understand what I was getting into — which wound up covering college expenses and additional money to help me get by, but with a good $7,000 in interest piled on over time.

No one is to blame but me, but what does society expect of 18-year-olds, fresh out of their parents’ homes, who have no clue what they’re doing? Making a laughable income with mounting new responsibilities at every turn. Taking out loans and cashing the refunds and having a big ol’ time until graduation when reality hits.

Of course I understand that when you’ve agreed to take out a loan, you commit to repaying it. You can’t have your mortgage or car note forgiven. But — hear me out — student loans are a sham. Furthering education should be affordable. Walking out with $25k+ in debt — because you must have a degree to pursue just about any career — is total horse shit. I can’t imagine how much it must sting for those with six-figure loans. Bless you, and I’m sorry, and I hope your income reflects that value.

The goal of the debt relief program was to assist low- to middle-income debtors — $10,000 in federal student loan debt would be canceled for borrowers making below $125,000 or households with less than $250,000 income per year. An additional $10,000 would be forgiven for Pell Grant recipients, who historically have a greater need.

Thankfully, I’ve paid most of my student loan debt. Would I like to have the rest dismissed? Absolutely. Would I be upset that this happened after I’ve doled out over $30,000? I mean, it sucks, but I’d still be supportive of offering relief to those who need it. College tuition and textbook costs increase year over year. The cost of living continues to increase, too. Why not give people attempting to better themselves a little break?

Are we as upset about bank bailouts? Three banks failed earlier this year, and the United States Federal Reserve loaned more than $300 billion to the “cash-short” institutions through its ​emergency Bank Term Funding Program (BTFP) in March. Forbes reported in March that “many experts note the Treasury Department’s plan to save depositors doesn’t constitute a bailout because it draws from insurance funds paid by banks — and not taxpayer dollars — others worry the implications could ultimately fall to consumers through economic consequences like inflation.” Last week, Cointelegraph reported that the reserve’s “bailouts” reached a new weekly high of $103 billion for the week ending June 28th, according to data from the Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis.

What about the more than $200 billion in pandemic business loans that appear to have been fraudulent? The U.S. Small Business Administration, in its “COVID-19 Pandemic EIDL and PPP Loan Fraud Landscape” report, said of the $1.2 trillion given in COVID-19 Economic Injury Disaster Loan (EIDL) and Paycheck Protection Program (PPP) funds, at least 17 percent went to “potentially fraudulent actors” in the “rush to swiftly disburse” funds. New studies show this could have been a driver in inflation, particularly in the housing market. About $742 billion in PPP loans were forgiven.

So we’ve got corporations, big banks, scammers, and regular people seeking financial relief and assistance. Are we mad at the kids who took out loans to attend college because the world told them they had to? The big banks whose expertise is finance but can’t seem to manage their own accounts? The scammers who got billions in free government money?

There’s mismanagement, fraud, or forgiveness. And a whole lot of moolah tangled up between. It’s pretty clear who could use the help. It’s the average hard-working American. The “consumer” struggling to live amid inflation. Maybe one day, someone will vote and act in our favor.

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Billionaires Lost at Sea

Photo: Courtesy of NOAA/Institute for Exploration/University of Rhode Island (NOAA/IFE/URI)

It surprised me this Monday morning to see the OceanGate website still up and functional, still advertising an opportunity to “Explore the world’s most famous shipwreck,” listing the 2023 Titanic expedition as “currently underway,” and showing two missions scheduled for departure in June 2024. Surely there will be no future Titanic excursions offered by this company following the events that unfolded last week.

“95% of the Earth’s ocean is unexplored. You can change that,” reads a note on the site’s homepage. No thanks.

The internet was astir as people across the globe followed the Titan submersible news after its communications ceased and location was lost an hour and 45 minutes following its launch on Sunday, June 18th. What was supposed to be a two-hour descent to tour the 111-year-old shipwreck 13,000 feet below the surface of the Atlantic turned into a nightmare-come-true for the sub’s passengers. When it did not return to the surface as scheduled, the U.S. and Canadian Coast Guards, the U.S. Navy, and other international resources embarked on a days-long search and rescue effort. And the world waited anxiously as the clock dwindled on the Titan’s estimated oxygen supply.

Aboard the sub were OceanGate CEO Stockton Rush, prominent Pakistani businessman Shahzada Dawood and his 19-year-old son Suleman Dawood, French diver and Titanic researcher Paul-Henri Nargeolet, and British aviation tycoon and space tourist Hamish Harding. While the search was underway, thousands of memes mocking the risk-taking billionaires flooded the internet, juxtaposed alongside thoughts and prayers for the missing from those who didn’t find an ounce of humor in the foiled voyage.

As average citizens struggle to afford basic necessities amid inflation, it’s no surprise folks are poking fun at the 1 percent. These wealthy adventurers paid a quarter-million dollars each to take a voluntary ride in an ill-equipped and poorly tested tube — made with parts from Camping World and steered by a game controller — to the bottom of the ocean to sightsee. They signed a waiver agreeing to risk death for a frivolous trip to an old wrecked ship.

On Thursday, June 22nd, debris including the Titan’s tail cone was found 1,600 feet from the Titanic wreckage. The findings were “consistent with a catastrophic implosion,” according to the U.S. Coast Guard. All passengers were presumed dead.

It’s difficult to feel sympathy for Rush, especially, who for years ignored alarm calls about the safety of his watercraft. In a 2018 lawsuit, the company’s former director of marine operations David Lochridge claimed to have been fired from OceanGate for raising concerns. According to the suit, Lochridge objected to “deviation from an original plan to conduct non-destructive testing and unmanned pressure testing” of the Titan.

A 2018 email exchange between Rush and deep-sea exploration specialist Rob McCallum emerged, in which McCallum urged Rush to consider further safety measures: “Until a sub is classed, tested and proven, it should not be used for commercial deep dive operations,” he wrote, in part. Rush responded: “I have grown tired of industry players who try to use a safety argument to stop innovation. … We have heard the baseless cries of ‘you are going to kill someone’ way too often. I take this as a serious personal insult.”

It makes more sense to mourn the loss of the 19-year-old, who, according to reports, was “terrified” to take the voyage but gave in to appease his father. Personally, I find the ocean — the creatures within, the dark depths, the sheer expanse — horrifying. Simply watching footage of prior Titan dives gave me heart palpitations — crew huddled near the tiny porthole, in a claustrophobic cylinder, staring into the abyss until the bow of the Titanic crept into view, dripping in rusticles. Just looking at photos of the wreckage, a graveyard two and a half miles under the sea, gives me the heebie-jeebies. Would you like to tour an eerie endless void from inside a replica of a bullet blender? That’s a no from me.

So, some very rich people went for a joyride. They knew the risks and used poor judgment. They didn’t make it back. This gripped the attention of the entire world. All while at least 79 people died and hundreds more were feared missing after a migrant ship capsized off the coast of Greece. All while 39.7 million people in the U.S. alone live in poverty.

If you believe conspiracy theories, they either never took the trip in the first place or it was all a distraction. But from what exactly?

There are a quarter-million ways in which a quarter-million dollars could be better spent, and as many injustices that better deserve the world’s attention — mass suffering at which no one blinks an eye. No matter what you believe, I bet we can agree on that.