I'm reading Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil and I came across a line that makes me want to move back south. "Savannah, [Johnny Mercer] said, had been 'a sweet, indolent background for a boy to grow up in.' ...The back porch of his house looked out on a tidal creek that meandered through a broad expanse of marshland....These, then, were the images in my mental gazetteer of Savannah: rum-drinking pirates, strong-willed women, courtly manners, eccentric behavior, gentle words, and lovely music. That and the beauty of the name itself: Savannah."
Just makes you want to go sit on a porch somewhere, doesn't it? It does me.
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