Leaving Graceland and flying out of Memphis International Airport to go back to L.A. was a true emotional trauma for me. As soon as I got out of the car in Memphis, though, I would completely transform. I never wanted to leave. I loved everything about it. I loved the weather, I loved the storms, I loved the cold, the sounds of the birds, the fireflies. I loved the people, I loved the smells. One of my favorite snapshot memories—I was around seven or eight—was of getting off the plane in Memphis, looking down, and seeing snow.
