While driving back to where we were staying with Warren and Bryan in Memphis for the night, I spied, in my little eye, a polar bear statue. That, in itself, was an exciting discovery, but even more exciting was that he was throwing snowballs. AND he was there to advertise ice cream. AND! Even though the ice cream place was gone, the bear was still there, and now he draws attention to a pawn shop. Thank you, polar bear friend. Keep the ice-cream-shoppe-snowball-in-the-south dream alive. We'll never forget you.
