Betsy and I are in Charleston. I’m sitting on a bench outside of a little shop on King street, scribbling. King Street is one of the major shopping streets and is full of quaint antique shops and small boutiques. Of course there are the corporate nightmares as well.
We just ducked down a little alley with some stores at the back. What a pleasant city this is. I could live here. I have always thought that. Betsy’s having a look in a little shop called Decorator’s Alley. I am sitting in their courtyard/hallway looking at a leaf of grass through a lattice, watching it blow in the wind, and listening to the AC fan run with it’s shrill hum next door. I am glad for this moment. It will live in my heart forever.