Soap, Pipes, and Beyond.

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The exploration continues.  Today, was another full day of “vacationing” and exploring.

We started with breakfast a J. Christopher’s.  Delicious.  We met a very nice waitress, who was our age or better, but she had baby smooth skin on her face.  Not stretched.  Just smooth.

Next there was the investigation of the Colonial Park Cemetery.  Very cool.  Over 10,000 people are buried there, but only 600 headstones remain, or exist.

There are yeegadzoodles of stories around this burial place.  And a lot of famous Colonials buried there.  And of course…hauntings… .which include a woman with long dark hair who wears a white gown;  the ghost of a child killer named Rondolia, AND various others see through people.

From there we attended the Catholic Mass at St. John the Baptist Church… which is a magnificent Cathedral of epic proportions. Beautiful.  The Monsignor visiting today thinks men should be stoned for adultery as well as the women.  And if that Monsignor   gets to heaven, he’s going to tell God he needs to rewrite that part of the Bible.  Seriously.

We saw lots of worthy people-watching episodes.

The lunch spot was Vinnie Van Go-Go’s.  A pizza joint.  Only pizza.  Really really good pizza, which Mary gave away.  I had to petition my sister-in-law for left over crusts from her plate.

We met a dog named Greta.  She was 4 months old and awesome.

I helped a little girl learn how to juggle in  the Market Square.

I talked with a squirrel, who had completely lost his nuts… which was causing him to go a little nuts.

There were Bags of Pipes a-playing at the Square.  We listened.  The little Irish Fella was packing a concealed carry in his Tartan.  He pulls in a lot of cash at these things… apparently.

Soap Store.  Apparently we are a bathing-conscious group.  Each of the four of us bought truck-loads of good smelling soap.

We tried to read a building sign, from the rooftop bar.  It was SO far away, only Superman could have deciphered it.  And my camera.  Which it did.

Tonight we ate dinner at 17Hundred90, a haunted Restaurant and Inn. A woman was hurled, or jumped from the window of Room 204. Her name was Anna.  Anna still lurks around there, scaring the pooo-poooo out of people.

We were laughing about it a bit at dinner, and just then, the light bulb over our table went dim.  We quit joking.  And things lightened up from there.  (By the way, this place made the best biscuits.  Maybe ever.)

So. It is the last night of our Savannah trip.  We really enjoyed the town, and really enjoyed each other.  Despite our overstock of miscommunications. It was all good.

And now, we are back to the original question….. which is better, Savannah or Charleston.

The answer is… they are different.  Each one has its strengths and weaknesses.  But all in all, they both are pretty nifty little towns.  I’m calling it a draw…  because it was all good.

And isn’t that true of people, and life experiences?  It is difficult to compare two of anything, because no two are alike.

Each person on this planet is unique and of their own.  Each one of us has strengths and weaknesses.  But one isn’t necessarily better than the other…. just different.

And with life.  No two minutes are alike.
There will never, in all of time, be another minute exactly like this one.  Which is the absolute reason why we should stay right here, in the moment…. doing what we do.  Doing what makes us, us.

Living. Breathing. Being.
Yeah.  We can be happy.  We nailed it.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
– Emily Dickinson

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