A Blog? - Really??

I've threatened to write since I was eighteen. There was always something to stop me: the University of Georgia and recreational drugs, then a job, next a wife and a son, and the job turned into a career. Thirty-five years later I'm about to retire, and I decided to create this blog just for kicks - since I gave up the drugs about the time I got my first real job.

Come April 1st I'll be retired, and who knows where my life will lead, but I'll periodically post here. I expect some writing will be recollections of growing up in and around Savannah. I expect to include stories about, or passed down through, my family. Maybe an essay or a rant on rare occasions. (offstage whisper: please, no poetry!)

I hope to share a few of the laughs I've had through the years. Like Buffet wrote, "some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way"

You Might be Old Savannah if ...

• You say you're a Savannian.
• You played in the Big Park as a kid, and refuse to call it Forsyth.
• You know Sherman's Headquarters was the Green-Meldrim house, but won't tell the tourists.
• You know Savannah has two malls: the Mall and the New Mall.
• You remember when it wasn't cool to grow up on the Westside (yeah, I did, till I was nine.)
• You remember when it WAS cool to grow up in Windsor Forest (yeah, I did, after I was nine.)
• You remember when Abercorn Street was dirt past Dutchtown Road.
• You remember Dutchtown Road.
• You know better than to talk about anyone in town, because at least one person listening is related.
• You have black and white pictures of your parents walking on Broughton Street.
• You are Catholic, Jewish, or Protestant. Or were before you converted. Okay, Greek Orthodox, but that's kinda Catholic without a Pope.
• If you're Catholic you are Irish, Italian or Cajun, and by birth or marriage related to everyone else of that national origin.
• You know the humps on Drayton were formed by paving over trolley car tracks.
• You don't know how many squares there are in Savannah, don't care, and can't name more than three.
• You know what "The Free State of Chatham" is, and why it's called that.
• You know what the Eastside and Star were, but never understood the need.