My Huckleberry Friend

We are still away from our sweet little home. And though we look forward to getting back there soon, we are, nonetheless, having a perfectly good time.

Yes, I am tired this evening, too. And so are Squidley and the boys. I don't think any of us are "worn out" like we've been at day's end yesterday and the day before that. For one thing, a nice, long carriage ride beautifully substituted for overworked feet pounding the sidewalks. Oh, there was a tad bit of walking, but really, great parking spaces were the great finds of the day for us. After the carriage driver (and Salt, the handsome white horse peppered with black dots) guided us through the city on a historical information and trivia filled private tour, we briefly stopped at a few spots before retrieving our jeep from the parking lot. Then we headed back to the hotel to feed Deutsch and Scout and get them ready for a much needed nap before we drove to the restaurant for dinner. Yes, they really needed some rest. We actually could have taken them with us to the restaurant because there is an outdoor area that is pet-friendly. (A number of eateries in the city have gotten on this bandwagon.) At any rate, we found a parking spot(and a free one, at that) just across the street from The Olde Pink House, a restaurant on Abercorn at Reynolds Square steeped in Savannah history. Originally the Habersham House, the structure later was called "The Olde Pink House" when the soft native brick began to bleed through the plastered walls and mysteriously changed the color of the Habersham house from white to Jamaican pink.

We made an impromptu stop at Forsyth Park on our way back to the hotel. (Again, we had the best possible parking space.) We had at one point planned on attending a free concert there but changed our minds at the last minute. So it was especially neat, and, yes, romantic, that we arrived just as the band was concluding "I'm an Old Cowhand, from the Rio Grande" and moving on to the evening's finale, Mercer's lovely and melodic "Moon River." Squidley and I unhesitatingly began a sweet and sentimental slow dance, regarding not the thousands of others enjoying the beautiful night music.

Well, I am going nighty night now, after a wonderful day of memory making.

Hope you have made some especially good memories, too.