Exactly one year ago this week, I leapt. I held my breath and squinched my eyes up tight as I sent my first column since 2018 into the world—or more specifically, into my city. Most of us were just emerging from our COVID comas to a Savannah that looked and felt wildly different from the one we’d distanced ourselves from a year before. Large swathes of the beloved community I’d once chronicled and shared cocktails with seemed to have disbanded or disappeared. I wasn’t sure what I had to say about it would be welcomed—or worse, as an unrepentant word wrangler in this new TikTok world—acknowledged at all.
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