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.
Older, Maybe Wiser? The Savannah Sideways…
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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