One of my favorites memories as a child was my first trip to Memphis, Tennessee. We went to the Pyramid, Graceland, ate ribs at The Rendezvous, and I thought my dad was joking when he said we were going to a "duck hotel."

We waddled down to Union Avenue, and up above this massive building was a huge neon sign that read "The Peabody Hotel." We walk in and all of a sudden hear a loud whistle and the pitter-patter of tiny feet coming off the elevator. Ducks! On parade to the gorgeous fountain that sits in the lobby.

An ornate hub of folks bustling off the street to see the stars of the "show," and guests enjoying cocktails at tables scattered around. It is just beautiful with shops all around for souvenirs, fine jewelry, and custom suits. The walls would tell stories of weddings, parties, a

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