For you skimmers out there, all you need to know is in the title. Cobblestone, cathedrals, 22 town squares, beautifully old buildings — Savannah feels totally European. And, AND, you can walk around with alcohol in your hands, sippin' on a nice brew while window shopping on Broughton street (a mix of that classic, late 1800s, early 1900s brick downtown look meets 1950s retro) or just chillin' on a park bench underneath a giant oak draped in Spanish Moss. Yeah. If you didn't know life in Savannah was basically beer-friendly poetry (I didn't), you do now.Write here...
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Gatlinburg is strange. Americana at it's finest, but strange. Let's explore its faces.
I shift my eyes towards the canopy of Spanish moss above me, listening to the blind man in Chippewa Square play "When The Saints Go Marching In" on his trumpet. I’m enjoying my morning off work in solitude, moving along at a pace that mimics the thick and sticky air of a Savannah summer.
“In the early ’70s life for many of us was in the process of change. Those old enough to remember those days will nod thoughtfully as their mind drifts back to remember the end of the Vietnam War protests, and the calming of the revolutionary drumbeat that had throbbed in our young veins. The paths set before us then were polarizing. Would we conform or continue to press on, trying to change the world?”