The “month of love” seems all but that to this February Scrooge. I become a person foreign to its own soul. A Cupid Grinch. It would suffice me just fine if cupid remained a concrete frieze smiling down at tourists from cold, stone buildings.
If it quacks like a duck – you know the rest. Opinions, yada yada yada... we all have them, hence this blog.
Ok, so what do Miley Cyrus and ducks have in common? After observing people versus my pond this week, I conclude ďAFLAC-ing lotĒ.
This blog was done..albeit a few skim overs and ready to submit on Friday morning. My eyes were tired slits when I got up and walked away from the computer Thursday night without saving it.
Winter in Charleston. Gotta love it. Iím wearing flip flops in December and my A/C is running.
John Greenleaf Whittier — Extracts from The Pumpkin ca. 1844
Thank god for the sun peeping thorugh this week. Like everything on my back porch, I felt swampy and moldy. I cautiously opened the patio storage …
There’s no denying that visitors to Charleston embrace all that the Holy City has to offer: its grandeur and allure, its antiquity, the arts district and restaurants with our James Beard award winning chefs. Yet packed horse drawn carriage tours narrated with tantalizing tales of Charleston’s lurid past are indicative that visitors …