for my 24th birthday babo and i took our first road trip together in years to savannah. despite spending my entire existence in the state of georgia, i somehow had never been.
we met goats, cows, emus, llamas, and miniature donkeys at a gas station petting zoo on the way. jumped in the atlantic ocean and froze our asses off. hunted for seashells. explored savannah, got lost, took tequila shots at pinky master’s, got lost again. witnessed a dodge charger hit another car and fly six feet in the air before somehow driving off. accidentally convinced countless locals that we were in a cult while trying to find the lodge of sorrows. and saw wednesday on a thursday.
on friday we explored savannah some more, found bacon-egg-and-cheese bagels and coffee that were somehow the temperature of the surface of the sun and never cooled down, saw the grave of america’s foremost painter of miniatures, and walked along the savannah river.
i’ve had a lot of shitty birthdays for a myriad of reasons but this was a really good one
Thanks to my family for indulging my deep need for the ocean and for their presence, all together for a brief moment in time. Thank you so much for a beautiful weekend.
[photo and portable record player :: Shalin Scupham]
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Sea Longing
A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,--
Tho' I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea's eternal thrall.
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,--
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the seagulls calling to the sea.
-- Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933)
Imagine our surprise when we found out about a children’s book that tells the story of a black German Shepherd who gets adopted from a shelter and becomes a police K9!
While this book WASN’T inspired by Rocky’s story, the similarities are pretty wild!
Author Laura Louise was kind enough to send us a special autographed copy of “K9 Fitzgerald Sniffs Out Bullies” and we can’t wait to read it to anyone willing to listen! 🤪