WE STARTED GETTING Memphis magazine at work a few months ago, and I immediately noticed that there was something very different about it. It took a couple of issues for me to connect the dots.......... You and your staff are doing a tremendous job! I know how hard it is to take on something that has enjoyed success over the years and change it, and make it better. I think the new style is a good reflection of our community. While we have always been hip, funky, and a little edgy, there's a new sophistication emerging. Memphis certainly communicates all those things that make us, well, us ..... I love it!
~ Kathy Simonetti
Senior Market Director,
American Diabetes Association
ONE OF THE ATTORNEYS in the law firm where I am receptionist brought in the December 2006 issue of Memphis magazine for our waiting area. My day had a short gap for incoming calls, so I browsed the magazine, starting with the well-written and interesting article on Isaac Hayes. The title of your editor's letter caught my attention next, and what a great message written to your reading public. A copy should be mailed to each household and made required reading. And like you, I hope I never run out of hope.
~ Edith Tinker
Rossie, Luckett, Pinstein & Ridder, P.C.
LAUDERDALE LAZY? SURELY YOU JEST.
Vance's studied laziness is sometimes too genuine, as in passing up an occasion to explore area barbecue history ( January 2007 ).
Growing up in Shelby County in the '30s, my father's interest in barbecue took us to Leonard's on South Bellevue, Dwyer's on Jackson, and McKelvey's, at the junction of Highways 64 and 70, in his pursuit of knowledge of sauce ingredients.
They are, of course, all gone. Dwyer's gave way to the World War II military depot and McKelvey's lingered past mid-century, after the huge willow in front had died and a new landlord (a Southern Baptist orphanage, I believe it was) obliged discontinuance of beer sales.
In the gas-rationed early '40s, I car-hopped occasionally at McKelvey's. My chief reward after only a tip or two, was a perfect sandwich, which McKelvey regularly served on sandwich bread toast. I dimly recall once, in the early '30s, hearing a jug band on McKelvey's band-stand on the lawn in the rear.
~ Bill Slavick