Let's begin

I was born and raised in the swampy, salty, insect-infested marshes that constitute the city of Savannah and it's surrounds. I grew up hunting fiddler grabs at low tide, bringing them home and keeping them in a tank of brackish river water as pets. I hunted squirrels with a pellet gun (later a .22) and even ate them on occasion. I swam in the brown, suspicious waters of Tybee Island, the little Ogeechee, the Vernon river, the Skidaway narrows, and many other tributaries and creeks. I fished from bridges and piers, and crabbed with handlines, nets, or other people's traps.

I remember going to the Science Museum to look at the giant sloth skeleton. I was presented an award by Floyd Adams as he unintelligibly congratulated me for my efforts. I celebrated birthdays at Pearl's.

Then, for about a decade, I left it all behind. Over that time, Savannah changed a lot. I too changed quite a bit. I acquired a bit of culture and culinary sophistication. I learned to appreciate pleasures small and large, and more importantly, I gained perspective. Now I have returned to the lands of my youth ready to explore them with fresh eyes and emboldened expectations.

What does that mean for you, the reader? What can you expect? To tell it true, my focus will be on exploring and bringing to light much of the unknown and undocumented (at least adequately) of Savannah and the Coastal Empire. That means anecdotes, restaurant reviews, photos, and whatever else helps to paint an accurate and interesting, and hopefully, unique view of the Hostess City. Therefore, without further ado, let's begin.