A few years ago, some friends of mine were really keen on buying a stuffed giraffe head. I know, I know, but I totally egged them on to do it, too.
“Just think about the conversations it will start!”
“It’s Memphis history! It’s part of the collection that used to be housed at the Pink Palace.”
“It’s a giraffe! How cool is that? And it’s already been dead for, like, 100 years, so, you know, you didn’t kill it.”
Where would you buy something like that, you ask?
