After waking up sometime after noon, I managed to get on the road around 2. I think I should have slept later, and maybe stayed another day recuperating. I hate driving at night, and I hate driving with somewhere to be, and I hate driving hung over. All of which I was that day.
It was worth it, though. I got to Charleston just before 9, and so I was able to make it into the 9:30 ghost tour of the historic downtown. I think I'm in love with our guide. He wore a black leather jacket and little yellowed skulls were hanging from his lanyard, and he was the best storyteller ever. At one point he actually threw himself to the ground, writhing, while describing a headless, legless, armless ghost of a confederate soldier. And such use of dramatic pauses!
I was grinning and laughing the whole way (discretely!), but his patter really did its job. When walking back to my car at the end of the night, I had the distinct feeling that if I looked in the right window, if I twirled around at precisely the right moment, something unnatural would be there.
Nothing was there, of course, but that didn't stop me from twirling along like a fool.
I returned the next morning to take a few pictures, then it was on down south to Savannah. Except I still haven't reached Savannah. I've been distracted, by ruined churches and gullah museums, by natural preserves, and gators! I spent last night in Hilton Head (golf courses and shopping centers, all hidden coyly by the forest), then backtracked to Beaufort and St. Helena Island, on some information stolen from books in Barnes and Noble. If you sit there and read them, writing everything you need down, you don't have to buy the damn things! Sock it to the corporate man.
It's almost one now, and I am still not sure if I'll make it to Savannah today. The distance, for those not in the know, is regularly less than 2 hours. And I think I am stretching it to 3 days. A new personal best!
Thanks to billy, for showing me that I too am DeeDee Ramone at heart.

Aha! I knew you should have stayed! You could have recuped by helping us wallpaper downstairs. I'm so jealous - I want to be on the road, too. Watch out for all the ghosties down there, they're all over!
Posted by: Theresa | January 12, 2004 at 02:33 PM
Sounds like a fascinating neck of the woods...
Posted by: Amy | January 12, 2004 at 09:17 PM
...isn't it fantastic when you suddenly turn out to be who you wanted to be :^)...
Posted by: billy | January 13, 2004 at 10:48 AM
Hey, is this thing working?
If Tach still doesn't blink properly, check for fastenings on the inside of the panel. And also check that the bulbs don't simply pull out of a rubber grommet. Some do.
let me know if you don't get this and i'll send it another way...
Posted by: Pops Herron | January 13, 2004 at 05:50 PM