Editor’s Note: Marlow nails some important stuff here- particularly what happens to those of us of a certain age in the midst of the night, and the thoughts that come in the small hours, when the powers of darkness are exalted. – Vic Author’s note: I have been kicking this around in my head for […]

Editor’s Note: I have some shipmates I am eager to see at the Fleet Landing on the other side of the Styx. Well, not that eager. I am happy to take my time if I am granted it. My family had river sailors in the Civil War- Union, of course, part of Operation Anaconda- but […]

Author’s note: After spending an entire summer season, here are an initial impression of sultry Sundays in the Hostess City. sun-dressed women without men in a Savannah church Sunday morning; their men are gone or in jail or insane or dead; one floats by in a chic and attractive frock, waiting . . . hoping […]

Editor’s Note: This is a very personal introspection from shipmate Marlow on his new ‘hood in South Carolina. Regardless of the specific GPS coordinates, we are truly in terra incognita now, aren’t we? – Vic Almost every day I travel here in Savannah through local borderlands. What I see and hear in these places reminds […]

Months passed before I began to figure out what lay beneath and beyond my sight as I drove north over Savannah’s US Route 17 bridge. Do you know which bridge I mean? The memorial one named after Eugene, the former three term Georgia governor and bitter angel of the Jim Crow era, Talmadge. There is […]