Dear Savannah, You’re hot and humid as hell. There were times that I walked through your shady squares and uneven cobblestone sidewalks and felt like I was in some sweaty person’s armpit. Your incessant humidity made me cry. But I love you. You’re a pain in the ass to drive through. I don’t understand the […]Read more "My Love Letter to Savannah"
Perhaps the biggest change from last quarter to this one is that now my car (referred to from here on out as Tabitha because that is her given Christian name) is here. This has already saved my ass on multiple occasions. Tabitha herself is unchanged, save for the substitution of a giant bottle of fake […]Read more "Driving in Savannah"