This is Paperless Teaching, too...

What a few days.

Two days ago I was in Memphis. Visited the National Civil Rights Museum and was completely unprepared for what I saw. I had actually not even looked up any info about the building before arriving, but rather went totally blind as to what we'd be experiencing.

And how overwhelming it was.

Earlier in the day, my boys and I had visited Sun Studios. Everything about Sun is cool; from Elvis and the Killer to Johnny Cash and B.B. King and 'Angel of Harlem'-era U2. Totally got chills in the joint. The boys were mostly interested in the merch, so we duly picked up an xtra-large t-shirt for daddy and a few pins for their caps.

Next up was a stroll across Beale Street for lunch and some conversation with the Memphis folks. An electric blues band was shaking it down in the park and the sun was like sandpaper across yr face. After lunch, we walked over to the Gibson Guitars factory; we were too late for a tour, but I did get to check out a few custom Hummingbirds (if any of you blog subscribers want to make a blogger happy, you now know exactly what I want for Christmas).

My wife had mentioned visiting the Civil Rights Museum and we asked a panhandler where we could find it. He gave us directions and walked us part way there before trailing off.

We actually doubled back to get the car before proceeding, it was wicked hot and the kids (and me) needed some air.

The Memphis heat actually added to the depth of what we saw next.

We came across the building from what I think was it's eastern facade which is just basically a brick wall. So I had no idea what we were in for. But, coming around the bend, the first thing you see is the sign.

The sign of the Lorraine Motel.

As you bend around the brick wall, it gives way to the physical remains of the motel where MLK was shot. Two cars sit in the parking lot; a wreath marks the place where King fell.

I totally lost it. So many thoughts stopped in my mind and I was totally in the moment.

And then I heard the voice of one of my boys: "Is that where Martin Luther King was shot?"

"Yes," my wife replied.

This is another form of paperless education. It's the education of architecture, place, experience, and shared memory.

And it really makes me all that much more convinced that we've gotta go mobile.

- Posted from the San Antonio, TX convention center (where they have incredible folks who actually roam around the halls and make sure Wi-Fi is working for the bloggers!)