If I had a bunch of old suits screaming all day long about what they think is best for me while ignoring what I actually have to say about it, I’d break some serious bad, too. But listen. You’re pushing 238 and it’s time to grow the fuck up.
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Get sick at the Davenport House
Set in various parts of the refined American Federal-style domicile on Columbia Square, the hour-long show chronicles the horrific illness that killed one out of five Savannah citizens and provides a fascinating and germane context of social norms, race relations, media propaganda and medical inefficacy.
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The Veep came to town and I didn’t even get a T-shirt
Thing is, Biden gave almost exactly the same speech earlier that morning in South Carolina, which has its own harbor deepening enterprise brewing at the Port of Charleston.
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The once and future reign of E. Shaver
“The Internet has transformed reading, yes. But there will always be people who want to touch a book,” assures Esther Shaver, who has indulged bibliophiles from near and far for the past 38 years from her cozy shop on Madison Square. “Books are not going to go away.”
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In defense of the Liberal Arts
True, a degree in English won’t teach you to build a bridge, treat leukemia or bring down a Dementor. But the idea is that you could go on to pursue such things in an effective and compassionate way with a foundation based in the Big Ideas and a well-crafted set of directions.
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Honoring Brighter Day’s foodie elders
When Janie and Peter Brodhead opened up Brighter Day in 1978, eating organic was downright revolutionary. Enlightening people about the ethical origins of food was a challenge, especially when culinary choice wasn’t much more than sprinkling wheat germ on salad.
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Desegregation at 50
Those first brave iconoclasts who crossed the color line were less welcomed than quietly ignored, and those who weren’t thrilled about their presence didn’t feel the need to stir up the kind of drama that warranted a LIFE magazine cover.
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Death becomes us
my gothic mood found little company at the new facility on Dean Forest Road. Steel drums. At the funeral home. It was surreal. And fantastic.
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Nightmare on 61st Street
The new structure glowered down on Habersham Village and the surrounding mid-century neighborhood like a plywood Castle Grayskull.
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Savannah vs. Scottsdale: A study in contrasts
In the 20 years since I graduated high school, the population has multiplied like jackrabbits. So have the freeways.
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How to go bragh
Welcome to the week of green, when Savannah rivals Oz for the title of Emerald City. With St. Patrick’s Day preparations and pre-partying in full effect, the enthusiasm is as […]
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Drowning in the details
Lately, every time I look at water, something akin to terror begins to creep along my spine. You might think my fears stem from the bigass bull shark my husband […]