…but just for a bit.

Michael returned to us yesterday, picked us up and drove us further south. (Last Saturday, he’d driven us to Knoxville, and then turned around and returned to Fort Wayne. He has a couple of books of his on which he’s doing revisions for new editions, and needed the time to just do it.)

We’re here in Savannah, but just for a little bit more before we move on to the east coast of Florida. We’ve rented a beach house down there for the week, will have family and friends stopping by during those days, will perhaps see a shuttle launch (even from a distance, you can see it rise into the heavens, if not the actual firey launch from the earth), and Michael’s headed to the NASCAR race tonight in Daytona with one of his sisters and her daughter. The listing for the house said it had "internet access," but I don’t know what that means – we’ll see once we get there. Comments will remain closed here until I figure it out..

We were here in Savannah once several years ago. We roamed the squares, went down to the river, toured the oldest Reform Jewish synagogue in the country, the Catholic cathedral, saw the statue of John Wesley (who spent two years in Georgia) and of course spent time in the Flannery O’Connor Childhood Home where we had a lengthy conversation with the curator/proprietor/man in charge, who told us lots of interesting stories about the family.

Well, considering we rolled into town about 7pm last night, we didn’t do any of that sort of thing this trip (although the day is still young, and we can’t get into the beach place until 4, and it’s only a couple of hours away), nor did we see Paul Thigpen, who lives here and aside from his other jobs and work, is involved in interesting efforts to evangelize and spread the word about the history of Catholicism in Savannah. It was just too late and everyone (well, two of us) was just too crazy from car time and excitement about the beach and "the cousins."

So we simply went down to the river, ate dinner, strolled around a bit down there, and came back to the hotel. Savannah remains a lovely place – no surprise – More in a bit, on my incredibly depressing car reading.