Savannah, GA 19/23 0 driving miles; 7 walking miles

Last day with the girls. After a home made breakfast of Mennonite bacon, fruit, juice, scrambled eggs with cheddar, and a crust of baguette, all washed down with home brewed Starbuck's coffee, we decided to split for the day so each couple could enjoy itself. Judy and I made our day about art. We toured the student displays at the SCAD, foraged a little in their retail shop next door, and finished off by wandering the vast halls of the Trelfair Mansion, which houses much of the art the Trelfair's gathered before they endowed the building. Amazingly, both couples returned to the house on State Street within minutes of each other, and even more amazing, we did much the same things. Still, it was nice to saunter Savannah slowly (Like locals) with my best girl.  Around a quarter to five, dressed in our finest threads, the four of us made our way to the famed historical downtown restaurant, The Olde Pink House, which was built in 1771 and remains one of the few original buildings in Savannah. Dinner was quite good, made even better by the vibrant young woman who served our table. Anjail, a Savannah State Unversity accounting graduate, and clearly a young woman on the verge of "making tracks", has worked in the service industry for twelve years, which means she started working early in high school and has worked ever since, obviously putting herself through college. She is an excellent server: attentive, personable, and knowledgeable. She has a casually capable style of interacting that made us feel welcome and pampered. I was reminded of my many years waiting tables. I, too, worked full time while taking a full load of college courses. The only difference may be that I was also married with a young son. I saw no ring on Anjail's finger, but I'm sure there is much else I don't know about her, although I would surely like to. The little I do know makes my heart glad. I got the sense that this bright, positive, young woman has her sights firmly set on grabbing a piece of the American Dream. Maybe it's because I'm a pull yourself up by your bootstraps kind of guy, but my cheer for Anjail is: You go, girl!  But, frankly, she needs no help from me. However, she does remind me once again that life is good, especially today.

My view as I did the form this morning in one of the many Savannah squares.

Breakfast at our temporary home on State Street.

Student art at the SCAD: Light bulb tree beside neon lowboy couches.

Mixed media.

Chair hanging.

Gargoyle I.

Gargoyle II.

Table art.

Pop art.

SCAD art.

One of five statues in front of the Trelfair Mansion.

The Black Knight in a moment of repose over the fallen White King.

My favorite painting in the collection. The quay in Marseilles.

A wooden carving representing the "action" in the kitchen of the mansion.

I didn't realize it could be done, but this is just one of the plaster reproductions of Roman marble sculptures the Trelfairs had commissioned. 

And now for dinner.

Last night in Savannah.

Clink!

Vadalia Onion and Sweet Potato Raviolli.

Habersham Platter: Seared Scallops, Shrimp and Grits, Crab Cakes and Collard Greens.

Pork Loin and Sweet Potato.

Praline Basket for Dessert.

Anjail: her gesture says it all.