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Yesterday we went to the Peabody Hotel in Memphis to watch “The Marching of the Ducks.” This is a real thing—every day at 5pm the ducks march out of a marble fountain in the lobby, into an elevator that whisks them to the “Duck Palace” on the roof of the building. (More to come on this.) Not surprisingly, there is an amazing stash of duck paraphernalia in the hotel gift shop. Guess which one of these fowlbulous items I actually bought? (Hint: I’m always trying to make people smile when I do yoga.) (I mean, no I’m not, but I think this will help you guess correctly.)
