Savannah

The city is still beautiful. Arching trees, gardens, beautiful architecture, bustling parks, and the combined aroma of the river and the distillation tower near the paper mill.

We went to visit our friends Stan and Catalina from Ticonderoga. Spent most of the time with Catalina talking about her one year old daughter, Alexandra. They kept us fed with wonderful food bought from my old Kroeger. We ate at a "new" restaurant, Ciao Bella, that was excellent; and was the first time I felt a slight twinge of regret for not being able to order wine with my short ribs. We had ice cream at Leopold's.

We took the obligatory walk down River Street and as I walked town the slanted stone path I remembered trying to master it in high heeled sandals. Robbin pointed out to Stan The Cotton Exchange which he credits as the place we first shared a meal together. (I'm pretty sure it was a buffet at training early that day).

I was surprised how much I remembered of the city since I only lived there about 16 months total. And then also overwhelmed by all the memories. Over 10 years ago, I spent my first summer in Savannah, living downtown and working for IP. 10 years. Over 10 years ago.

Going down there again this weekend made me feel my age. Not that I feel old, just that I feel 32. And thank God, I'm not 22.