Hello dearest subscriber! Much gratitude for your continued support of Savannah Sideways, ya gorgeous genius. As promised, paying patrons are the first…
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A year and a half ago, Savannah was still waking up to a post-pandemic world. We Rip Van Winkles stretched our legs and wiped our eyes to find a city…
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My main squeeze and I were promenading through Wright Square late Friday evening when I felt a tickle on the back of my neck. I leapt straight up like a…
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There’s nothing like rooting for your favorite team in person. Sure, at home there’s not a line for the bathroom or metal bleachers to transmit…
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I took up running about ten years ago. But I don’t call myself a runner. I don’t run very fast or very far. I don’t log miles or keep time or wear a…
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It’s my birthday week, which always has me feeling a certain type of way. One more year towards the last one, the end of the journey not yet in sight…
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Nothing like an impending natural disaster to keep the senses keen and the soul sharp. As I write this Wednesday morning, Hurricane Ian is twisting its…
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Oh, sweet breeze of relief! We have felt its caress in the early morning air this week, our faces turned up like blinking Harfoots traversing the misty…
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Used to be, when you were cruising down East Broad Street, past the bricked expanse of Southern Pine Company, right across from the unfortunately named…
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If there’s any sight that sends a crowd over the moon, it’s a bride gliding down the aisle, her silvery veil trailing as she steps towards her beloved…
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If there’s anything just and good that’s come out of these last befuddling years, it’s that we’re celebrating carbs again. The pandemic turned seemingly…
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In an overgrown ditch just off President Street, somewhere between the Truman Parkway homeless camp and the stately entrance to the Savannah Golf Club…
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