I love that old city with its massive oak trees dripping moss like antique lace. I love that old southern culture and the slowness of time passing. You can sit in any of the squares and watch the ghosts of another time stroll by you. It probably doesn’t help that I’m listening to Johnny Mercer songs as I work today.
While I have plenty to work on this weekend, I think I’m going to take a little time out to read some of the Dark Days series. I find myself missing Mira and the rest of the crew. It might be time to spend a little time in the Dark Room with Knox.
In honor of Savannah, I’ve got a new poll about the city’s cherished son, Johnny Mercer.