Dear Sewanee Class of 1987, Man, you look good. Who knew you would look so good? The last time I saw some of you – most of you – your faces were smooth as marble, clean blank pages, uncharted territory. You were pretty then. You’re beautiful now.
It's the week before Christmas, and antiques dealer Weezie Foley is in a frenzy to garnish her shop for the Savannah historical district decorating contest, which she intends to win. Weezie is ready to shoot herself with her glue gun by the time she's done, but the results are stunning. She's certainly one-upped the owners of the trendy shop around the corner, but suddenly things start to go missing from her display, and there seems to be a mysterious midnight visitor to her shop.
Jeff and I were watching “Scarborough Country” on MSNBC last Friday, when who should appear on screen – again – but Britney Spears and Paris Hilton. Wearing identical platinum hair extensions, sky-high stilettos, and matching spandex wristbands (as skirts!), they slid into the back of a limo, where they proceeded to whisper and giggle for the camera. My five-year-old daughter, on the floor with a jigsaw puzzle, was mesmerized.
I was at Pigeon Point Park the other day, watching my five-year-old spinning away on the merry-go-round ad nauseam (my nauseam, not hers) and chatting with a woman I’d just met, another mom who happens to be a teacher at a local elementary school. We were discussing the recent reopening of Waterfront Park, specifically wondering when the playground might be ready for business. We both agreed that the new park was looking good; then my companion added, “I hope it don’t get tore up again, or nothin’.”