I have a lovely story from that area of the US! Back in 1981 my then girlfriend and I took a holiday in the US and for the first couple of weeks we got an unlimited travel Amtrak ticket and went from New York to Flagstaff by way of Washington, New Orleans, Memphis and Chicago. We were going to stop for a night in Memphis as my girlfriend was heavily into Elvis so a visit to Graceland was required.
So the train pulls into Memphis around midnight/1 AM and we disembark and we go off to find a taxi. This is/was one of those stations that maybe was, once upon a time, in the better part of town but definitely not any longer. So we’re stood there nervously looking around with not a soul in site. Just then the only other couple that got off at Memphis come up to us and ask if we have someone meeting us. When we say no, they inform us that no taxis will come to this part of town at this hour. Oh! They establish that we have a hotel booked and tell us not to worry they have a friend picking them up and they’ll drop us at the hotel.
So very gratefully we say goodbye at the hotel and figure that’s that. In the morning the phone goes and the receptionist puts through the couple that had given us a lift. “What are you planning on today?” when we tell them they say wait there and they’ll pick us up. They duly arrive and take us to Graceland and go round with us. Then they ask what we’re doing that night and we regretfully say we can’t afford another hotel night (my very much impoverished youth) and will be back on the train to Chicago.
No way, they tell us, there’s a blues festival on in town that night and they insist that we stay with them. Which we duly do and have the best time. They have to have been the most openly hospitable people I’ve ever met.