It’s crisp this morning — perhaps 60 degrees — and a sweet-smelling cloud has settled over Port Royal. That smell tells me that pigs are being slow-cooked on Paris Avenue and that…
It’s crisp this morning — perhaps 60 degrees — and a sweet-smelling cloud has settled over Port Royal. That smell tells me that pigs are being slow-cooked on Paris Avenue and that…
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It is 8 a.m., Saturday, and I am in Port Royal. It is overcast, colder, and I’ve broken out a woolen, long-sleeved shirt. Last night my wife and I watched “Remains of…
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It is Saturday, and Susan and I are sitting in our home on 9th Street in Port Royal. This afternoon we’ve opened a bottle of Apothic Red and are sharing it with…
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It is Friday, and I’m in the TGYK Hotel on Montgomery Street in downtown Savannah. It’s early and a young woman is setting out a tray of bagels, muffins and croissants that…
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It is Sunday, early, and I’m sitting at our rough-planked dining room table in our two-storied house on Ninth Street. I’m staring into the semi-darkness of our tree-depleted backyard thinking about this…
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It is Sunday morning, and I’m sitting at a conference-sized table with an almost-done Ravensburger 1,000-piece puzzle centered on its wooden surface. As I sit here guests — sleepy and waiting for…
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