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9/17/2019 · 2:03 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
sometimes waiting and watching is all you can do. The weather has been oscillating quite a bit this... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 1:30 pm· Jaime · Good Bye Blue Sky
It's summer. We don't adventure much in the summer. It's too hot & buggy. We hibernate and wait... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 2:25 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
So how goes the summer of adventure? Inquiring minds want to know.... | Read More

6/6/2018 · 12:46 am· Michael (Net2007) · My friend, my friend, (s)he’s got a knife
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Dorian in Savannah

Filed under: — Jaime @ 9:17 pm

Unlike the destruction that Dorian laid on the Bahamas, Savannah made it through unscathed. We ended up having an exceptionally long Labor Day weekend. As with the last two hurricanes that had mandatory evacuation orders, Matthew and Irma, we opted to stay. We are quite equipped to handle most storms. This time around we even got a generator, but of course, didn’t have to use it. We never lost power or internet. It was less of a storm that either Matthew or Irma. Really, it was less of a storm than the one that hit us in May.

Most memorable take-aways from Dorian:
-People seem nicer and more patient. Or maybe I am. Maybe both.
-We got a chance to visit with neighbors we don’t see much.
-Off work from Saturday, August 31 through Thursday, September 5 (building was closed).
-Had dinner on the front porch the night Dorian came through, Wednesday, September 4.
-Porn in the storm. Does this need a little explanation? Yeah, probably. Mike and I were sitting on the front porch for much of the actual storm. It never really rained hard, but it was steady most of the day. During the later part of the afternoon, some guy rides up on an old bike and offers to sell us cds or movies. Mike lets him know we’re not interested. He then offers us xxx rated movies. Again not interested, but wished him luck in his rain-drenched sales endeavors. Only in Savannah.

That’s really about it. There are a few more storms out in the Atlantic. The hurricane season is by no means over. We’ll keep watching…and in the meantime, eating all the snacks we bought.


Good Bye Blue Sky

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:18 pm

Savannah is getting tropical again, and yesterday we were plunged head-on into it. We pretty much have two seasons here – tropical and not tropical. Our seasons are not defined by temperature like places up north (i.e., it’s usually either warm or hot here), it’s defined by whether we will be subject to pop up thunderstorms or not.

Yesterday started as a gorgeous day – bright and sunny, mid 80s, low breeze, only 30% chance of storms for the afternoon. Looked like a great forecast for boating and fishing. We haven’t been on the boat since January and we really wanted to get out. Mike has done a ton of work to/for the boat in the off-time and we were looking forward to trying it all out. He even got us some mudminnows so we’d have good, live bait.

Our day was mostly spent fishing out the low tide on the tributaries around the St. Augustine Creek (the one between the Wilmington & Bull Rivers; apparently, there are two – no, Savannah, not confusing at all). As usual, I didn’t catch anything but had my bait stolen a ton. Mike was hitting a lot, but not much in the way of keepers. The wildlife was abundant – birds of all sorts all around and more turtles than I’ve ever seen on any local creeks. Lovely is the perfect word for this part of the day.

As the afternoon wore on, we noticed dark clouds building to our north, but they appeared to be heading toward the western mainland and wouldn’t touch us. We continued down our little tributary and continued to fish it as the tide went out. As the water level lowered, clouds began to build. In the north and the west, we could see that it was raining, but it was still sunny over us. Not wanting to be stuck in a small creek during a negative low tide, we opted to head west to more familiar waters, and yes, toward the darker clouds. It was a nice ride back, but as the St. Augustine merged with the Wilmington, we were plunged into much, much colder temps. I’m not sure what the air temperature was but I noticed the water temp had dropped from 81 to 75. Woah.

It still wasn’t raining, though. In fact, it really wasn’t windy – at least no low-level winds. Clearly the clouds were screaming by at a quick speed, but they weren’t dropping any rain until they moved past. We headed back down the Wilmington thinking we’d fish one of its feeder creeks as the tide turned. We are familiar with these waters and knew we could safely be there even in a negative low tide. We fished one part of the creek a bit without much luck and then moved along, trying to gauge that the tide had turned and how much of it had come back up. As we moved along, it started to drizzle. We have waited out light rains before and hoped we could here, but before we could make that call, the bottom dropped out and it began to pour. It was cartoonish how hard the rain fell.

We headed toward the bridge hoping to seek shelter underneath. This was not to be. A new bridge is being constructed next to the hold one and its supports were blocking our path. We were still in the downpour and had to get out. Obviously, our best, and really only, bet was to try to make it back to the boat ramp and go home. Getting to the ramp would not be an easy task. The ramp we use is usually not accessible during low tide. It was nearly 90 minutes past low tide so we headed in hoping not to get stuck. The water was churning, but because the winds remained surprisingly low there wasn’t much surge. After what felt like a wet eternity, we made it to the basin where the ramp is located. There was water, we might make it. The depth finder kept plunging, 3 feet, 2 feet, 1.6…and then just dashes. We kicked up some mud, but were still going. Mike put us in shallow water mode and somehow rode on in all the way to the ramp.

I can’t give enough credit to Mike here for his exceptional navigation through this. Even more to him because he had the foresight last year to go to the ramp during a super negative low tide, on a much sunnier day, to observe where the water runs. We learned there isn’t much, but there is a tiny channel that runs from the ramp, out the basin and into the River. This knowledge saved us from getting stuck in the muddy basin, during the pouring rain, only a few hundred feet from the ramp. We followed where we knew the channel to be, despite not being able to see very far and having to go slow. We made it.

It continued to pour for another 15-20 minutes. Mike let me shelter in the car while he waited with the boat, bailing water. Grateful isn’t even close to how I feel, but I don’t have a better word. The rain eventually slowed and we were able to retrieve the boat from the water. Almost everything was wet, but the boat wasn’t stuck or sunk, so it’s a victory. We made the slow, steamy ride home, and were rewarded with a fresh fish dinner. We later learned that a tornado had come through about two and a half miles south of where we were. Some reports of waterspouts too. Never did hear any warning sirens – because they were down for maintenance (!!!).

Just another reminder that the sea doesn’t care. You may start out with a beautiful day but it can turn on you in a moment, without any notice. All you can do is hope your emergency plans are executable and then execute.

I can’t wait to get back on the water again.


Difference of One Year

Filed under: — Jaime @ 10:47 pm

From our backyard weather sensor, January 2, 2018 v. 2019

I am liking 2019 much, much better so far.


Monday Metaphor

Filed under: — Jaime @ 1:25 pm

About a week ago, we noticed a Gulf Fritillary caterpillar had cocooned on our front porch. We have been on butterfly watch since then.

Monday morning brought us this:

May your Monday be as productive!


Founding Flounder

Filed under: — Jaime @ 1:49 pm

Almost a year to date of our maiden boat voyage, I have finally caught my first keeper fish from said boat. A 17 inch southern flounder. Yes, it was delicious.


Yucky. Yucky. Bad. Ok.

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:24 pm

There is something a bit refreshing when it comes to the blather of very small children and very old people. They have no filters and can say whatever they want, whenever they want, to whomever they want with little repercussion.

Today’s example brings us to Broughton Street. It is yet another lovely day in Savannah, and so there were a lot of people walking around town this afternoon. Among the moving crowds on the sidewalk was a lady pushing her daughter in a stroller. I estimate she was about two or so – the daughter not the lady. As the little girl was being pushed, she was looking at other groups of people passing, pointing to these various people, and declaring her immediate assessments of “Yucky. Yucky. Bad. Ok. Yucky. Ok. Bad.”

I think I was either an Ok or a Bad. Her pointing skills still need some work. I don’t think the fat woman in the tube top and yoga pants liked that she was declared Yucky, but the stroller kid was moving along too quickly for it to become a scene. Gotta say, the kiddo seemed pretty spot on.

Don’t you wish you could be filter-less like that without repercussion? It could be glorious…sometimes.


Gnatty Dread

Filed under: — Jaime @ 1:28 pm

Spring is springing all around Savannah, which also means the return of the sand gnats. We finally got a chance to get out on the boat yesterday for the first time this year. We didn’t ask the gnats to come along, but they did anyway. Despite my efforts to keep them at bay, including dousing myself in 30% Deet multiple times in just a few hours, they swarmed and feasted.

Sand gnats and mosquitos are both evil, blood-sucking bugs, but the sand gnats are far more relentless and pervasive than the mosquitos. Mosquitos are mostly predictable – they come out as the sun is rising or setting and near water sources. They are bigger, too, so you can see them easier to squish them. Sand gnats are a different story. They are harder to see, they don’t give AF about the time of day, and they live in the sand, which is essentially all of our soil here on the coast. Not only that, they don’t actually bite like mosquitos do, they scrape/chew away your skin and drink up your blood that way. The worst part about the sand gnats is that they will chew you anywhere – scalp, underarms, and yes, even your face.

While on the boat yesterday, the gnats did indeed, get me on my face. They chewed a line on my right cheek, just under where my sunglasses were sitting. When we got home, we first noticed this, and it looked like I had been hit in the face. The swelling was down some this morning, but since it is itchy, I must have been scratching it in my sleep, so it is still red. I had sort of forgotten about it until I started getting curious looks from co-workers. Everyone has been too polite to say anything, but I could see their expressions change once they saw it. There were looks of slight concern, which I appreciate, but are completely unnecessary. It was just bugs. I’ll be fine.


Odd or Not?

Filed under: — Jaime @ 3:12 pm

Is the following odd behavior, and if so, what would your reaction be?

Last Wednesday night (about 930pm), and then again last night (about 1015pm), a guy pulls up and parks in front of my neighbor’s house in a very nice, new, clean truck, complete with very dark tinted windows. He then gets a bike out of the back of his truck, sports a large orange back pack, rides north, and disappears for about twelve-sixteen hours. He then comes back, puts his bike in truck and drives off.

When it happens once, ok – weird. However, it has now happened twice, which indicates a pattern might be starting.

From what we have observed so far, there is no illegal behavior by this dude merely parking a very nice truck on a public street and then riding off on a bike, but it certainly is odd, particularly the timing of it – overnights on Wednesday.

So – odd or not? Would you do anything?


It’s Halloween It’s Halloween

Filed under: — Jaime @ 1:47 pm

It’s Halloween, The Shaggs

Do you know the story behind the making of this, uh, band? It’s actually pretty sad, reference: Wiki, The Shaggs. Still, there is something endearing about this song.

It’s Halloween

It’s time for games
It’s time for fun
Not for just one
But for everyone

Have a safe, fun, and spooky Halloween, everyone!


First Flounder

Filed under: — Jaime @ 8:45 pm

Got this beauty, my first flounder, yesterday. Bank fishing; the boat isn’t all back together yet from the hurricane lock-down. My first catch with my new reel as well, a Pflueger Lady President. Made for an amazing Sunday dinner. Here’s to catching many more!



Gar!? Grr…

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:15 pm

Went fishing yesterday, and landed this monster, an Alligator Gar, I believe:

Didn’t keep him, of course. Too much work to filet from what I read online. I did tear up my right hand pretty good on him, but thankfully he didn’t bite me. Those teeth!

If I’m wrong on this fish, please let me know. We were in brackish water (one of the creeks off the Wilmington River). From what I read, Alligator Gar do not normally live in saltwater, but can and sometimes do, especially in LA and TX. I’m trying to learn them by sight, so if anyone has any better information than what I found, I’m all fins.


That’s What I Like About the South

Filed under: — Jaime @ 10:48 pm

This month marks our 16 year anniversary of living in the South. I’ve been keeping this blog for over 13 years, so most of our time down here. I started poking around, and noticed I’ve never articulated why we moved here, and why we’ve stayed. I guess now is as good of a time as any, right?

Background first. We have to go to December 1999. Y2k was going to destroy modern life as we knew it. The internet was young, unfettered, and fun. Bill Clinton was on his way out, and we were looking toward a ‘path to the 21st century.’ Optimism seasoned with the right amount of Gen X cynicism abound.

On the personal level at that time, we were living in northern Illinois, young 20 somethings, trying to figure out what to do with our lives. I toyed with the idea of going to law school but that would have likely tied us to Illinois, possibly forever. While I wasn’t 100% certain, my hunch said that could be a bad idea.

Then came the big event – New Years 1999. We planned to enjoy the night as Prince intended. Through the good graces of being friends with an all-around awesome guy who happens to be a pilot, we spent a few days ringing in that famous new year at a concert in a cow pasture on the Big Cypress Seminole Indian Reservation just north of Alligator Alley in South Florida. That story in itself deserves its own post, and someday maybe you’ll get it. For now, focus on the fact that I was exposed to a South Florida winter climate in December/January.

New Years 1999 was the first time in my life I had experienced warm winter weather and it changed my thinking forever. I hated winter, but despite that, spent my first 22 winters in Illinois, where it is miserable from November to April. I didn’t know any better, until Y2k New Years…and then I did.

All that winter of 2000, I couldn’t stop thinking about those people living in South Florida. They were warm. They were doing outdoor activities. They could open their windows and get fresh air. Meanwhile I was stuck breathing recycled indoor air or the noxious scent of catalytic converters that always seem to linger on cold days in Illinois. Fortunately for me, Mike felt the same way.

We stuck it out that winter but talk of leaving was getting more frequent and more serious. We opted to wait for the election before really deciding if we were going to make a change or not. So Bush v. Gore, yadda, yadda.

It just so happened that the winter of 2000-2001 was the 2nd coldest and snowiest on record for our area at the time. It truly was one of the nastiest winters in Illinois we experienced. December 2000 alone dropped over 30 inches of snow on us. At the time, we were living on a busy street that got plowed and salted often. This necessitated multiple shovelings of the drive, but because it got salted it was really a hard ice mound that had to be broken up before shoveling. So everyday Mike or I would come home, park somewhere other than our street, shovel the drive out, go back to get the car to park, park it in the drive, and repeat to get back out. It was hell.

We eventually dug out of both that winter and that election. We had a president. We had springtime. We found ourselves with both a renewed sense of patriotism and hatred for winter. The national pride led us to want to spend Memorial Day 2001 in Washington D.C. The winter hate had us diverting part of that D.C. trip to the Savannah area to visit some family of Mike’s and start shopping for a new city.

It didn’t take us long to fall in love with Savannah. In fact, after we returned to Illinois from our trip at the end of May, we both put in our resignations at our jobs. By July 2 (or give or take a day, it’s really hazy) we were officially in Georgia. We have been living here ever since.

Why was Georgia such an attractive option to 20 somethings 16 years ago? Well, weather – duh. Besides that, income and taxes also seriously played into our decision. Coming from Illinois, we were struggling to get a start financially. Despite both of us having pretty good jobs, the cost of living in Illinois was an obstacle. We were not amassing much in savings because living expenses were too high. We, therefore, could not pay down debt quickly nor build a nest egg to buy a house. Even if we could have overcome that, the ever mounting tax burden in Illinois is outlandish. Spinning tires.

Over time, I’ve come to prefer the politics, philosophies, and values held by my fellow citizens of Georgia over those in Illinois. Georgia is by no means a utopia. We have plenty of problems to address, but I’d take our brand of problems over Illinois’ any day.

There are a few aspects about Illinois that I miss. Primarily this comes in the form of diversity in restaurant and entertainment options. Being near a big city like Chicago put us in touch with an overwhelming number of ethnic foods to eat and great concerts to see. Down in Savannah, not so much. I’d so love to have a proper gyro or a pizza puff right now, but they simply do not exist here. I’ve made peace with this though. Moreover, it’s taught us how to be very good cooks.

As for the concerts? We have made peace with that too. Plus, we really do not prefer to go out much in that way anymore. We are more inclined to do something active, outdoors, and away from other people. That is certainly more an age thing than a change in geography thing, so it’s all worked out.

That Y2k trip to Florida was a fateful one, setting off a course of events that would lead us to Savannah, and stay, so far, for 16 years. I can’t say we’re here to stay, but Savannah does have a curse – May You Never Change. Only time will tell if that includes us now, too.


The Maiden Voyage

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:47 pm

Yesterday, Mike and I took our new (to us) boat out for its maiden voyage. It’s nothing fancy, a wide 14’ johnboat with a 15hp engine. Just enough to get us around the Intracoastal Waterways and other local, non-ocean waters.

While we know we have a lot to learn, for our first trip, we did a really good job in preparing ourselves. I do know for next time that I won’t forget my binoculars. I didn’t realize how helpful those would have been while out there. Kayaking really put us in a good position to have quality pre-launch and load-out checklists. Maybe we’re just ‘checklist people’ but I really can’t imagine being out on the water without one. Safety first, ya know? I’m also going to have to figure out something to keep me sun-free(ish). Despite applying SPF 50 every hour I still burned. I know I have options, I just have to decide what works best for me.

The highlight of our first boat trip was a completely unexpected one. Before I get into that, a little background – last November, when Mike and I first started fishing down here, we needed to learn how to filet what we were catching. We turned to that great online educator – Youtube – and searched for instructional videos. As with most Youtube self-learning attempts, we had to sort through a lot of overly produced and under informative crap to find anything useful.

Eventually, Mike found a series of videos by an older gentleman who clearly knows everything there is to know about fishing the coastal Georgia waters and more. Not only were his videos without the usual narcissistic over production you so often see, he also shares our attitude about how to approach/handle any project – if you’re going to do it, do it right.

The name of the guy who hosts these videos – Captain Vince Russo – seemed really familiar to us and so did the accent (if you’ve ever heard an authentic Savannah-tinged Southern accent you’ll never forget it.). A couple of searches online lead us to realize that Captain Vince Russo is a member of a locally famous seafood family. They have been in the business since just after WWII. It was no wonder he seemed familiar – he was a local celebrity (as much as one can be a celebrity in wee little Savannah). In the videos, Captain Russo was using this great knife he mentioned he also sold. Because they have a local store, Mike was able to pick up one of these knives locally. It was really useful for us to make that connection last November.

Fast forward to yesterday – Mike and I are puttering around one of the smaller rivers, actually called a creek on the maps, and found ourselves near some residences with private docks. As we approach one of them, Mike asks me if the guy we see on a dock up ahead is Captain Russo. He had his head down and was cleaning fish on a very nice cleaning station set up on his own dock. The setting looked familiar (like the videos), but I wasn’t 100% sure. The quantity of fishing equipment and the like on the dock indicated this guy was really into fishing, so it could have been him. We went past, waved (everyone waves when you’re boating. It’s so friendly and wonderful), and went on for a bit. We eventually hit a point where we decided to turn around.

On the way back, Mike said he was going to ask the guy if he was Captain Russo. Being relatively unsocial, I told Mike I would back him up if he said something first, but I didn’t have the nerve to start the conversation. As we’re idling past, Mike asks him if he was Captain Russo and indeed – he was! We told him how much we loved his videos and how they were integral in our learning how to filet redfish. We were then honored with an invitation to tie up and come onto his dock to watch him clean a red, some trout, and some flounder. Um – our fishing guru just asked us to watch an in-person, one-on-one lesson?!? YES PLEASE.

We ended up spending almost an hour with Captain Russo. He showed us some useful techniques and methods for fileting local fish. He also gave us so much advice on where and when to fish. Not only that, he has so much experience and is an amazing story teller. What he taught was absolutely invaluable. I am still a little stunned at what an amazing coincidence meeting him was, and how kind and generous he was for inviting us up, and on Father’s Day weekend no less. We are so grateful we chanced upon him when we did. There is nothing I can think of that would have made yesterday better.

I think it’s official. We’re boat people. I’m already starting to ruminate living on a boat for our retirement years. I’m that hooked.

See you on the water!


It’s January 21st

Filed under: — Jaime @ 12:56 pm

So of course my neighbor is mowing, well now trimming, his lawn.


Merry Christmas Eve Eve Eve!

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:13 pm

After tonight, I’m going to be very busy and it’s pretty likely I won’t be online much, if at all. So in case I don’t get a chance to say it before then – Have a Very Merry Christmas!

Christmas Island, Jimmy Buffett


Christmas in Dixie

Filed under: — Jaime @ 1:58 pm

This year is our 15th Southern Christmas. I’ve not been back to Illinois for a Christmas since we left in 2001. For those of you wondering, I won’t be back…not at Christmastime anyway.

I often say that the only way I like snow is 1,000 miles away and in pictures. That has not changed. Yesterday was the perfect example of why I am here and not up there. It was in the mid-70s, slight breeze, and beautiful. We had the windows open as we worked on my Christmas village and some other things around the house. Meanwhile, I was occasionally tuning into the Packers v Bears game where, in Chicago, it was a ripe 3 degrees. Ouch. That is beyond cold and into the painful territory.

Dad always included the Alabama Christmas in Dixie album (er, tape) among the ones we would listen to every Christmas when I was a kid. I haven’t listened to it in years, maybe over a decade. Some of it is a bit cheezy, but the eponymous song will forever be one of my favorites.

Christmas in Dixie, Alabama

Here’s to wishing you a very Merry Christmas from Dixie!


Your Commute Time May Be Delayed By the Civil War

Filed under: — Jaime @ 8:11 pm

We were detoured on the ride home from work today…because of a found cannonball, left for us by the Confederates, apparently. Welcome to Savannah, my friends.


Teach a Man to Feed a Fish and Round, Round We Go

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:58 pm

Mike and I went out fishing this weekend. This was my first time fishing as an adult. We ended up having some success yesterday and pulled in a couple of redfish. We promptly took them home, filleted, cooked, and then ate them. Sorry, no pics.

Maybe it was the euphoria of actually catching something we could eat, but it sure tasted like the best fish I’ve ever had. I’m excited to get out there again. Unfortunately, this time change came at the exact wrong time. I probably won’t be able to get out there again until this weekend – no fishing after work. Our fishing hole isn’t exactly easy to get to, and certainly not in the dark. Oh well.

I suspect this is the beginning of a new and interesting part of our lives. Probably going to be a good skill to know once Hillary wins, starts WWIII with Russia, and we have to live off the grid. Better keep practicing!


See Something, Say Something, A First Hand Account

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:17 pm

It was less than a month ago that I was waxing poetic about how wonderful my neighbors were after Hurricane Matthew. It didn’t take very long for things to return to normal and for me to resume having little to no faith in humanity. It’s not my neighbors who caused this, though, so please don’t think they are involved at all. My neighbors still rock. Other people who live in my city – not so much.

Here’s what happened –

Yesterday, Mike picked me up from work and we headed on our usual route home. We hit the main road that takes us toward our house, and once on this road, we encountered a suspicious driver. The person was driving a large pick-up truck towing a trailer with a log splitter on it. This person almost hit us and then almost hit a Cadillac that was driving in the lane next to him. At that point, I pull out my tablet to start recording this guy. He ends up crossing the middle white line 4 different times and swings back to the side of the road where he drove in dirt at least twice. This is all within 3-4 miles. We and the other drivers were giving him some distance because clearly something was wrong. Unfortunately, we did not have a phone on us at the time or we would have called the police immediately.

We continued to follow this guy to his destination, all while filming. We were truly concerned he was going to hurt himself, others, or both. When he finally gets to where he wanted to turn, he completely overshot it and had to do a 180 just to make his turn. We see he is turning into an exclusive, gated community. “Great!” We think. The security guard at the gate will be able to call the police for us. We were wrong, so very wrong. At this point is when things took a stunningly bad turn…

We watched as the guard just waived the driver in. That’s odd, we think, since the driver had a South Carolina plate. He shouldn’t be a resident of that community. How did he get waived in so easily?

We follow and pull up to the guard house. We informed the guard that the person who she has just waived in was either drunk or having a medical problem and needed police assistance immediately. She gets her hackles up and goes on the hard-core defense for him – like, immediately. “I know him. He’s a resident. I’m not calling the police on him.” What?!?!

We offer to show her the video. We explain that he could be having a stroke or something and could need medical assistance. We simply didn’t know what was wrong with the driver, which is why we wanted the police to come. They are the ones with the training and ability to figure it out.

The guard continues to refuse adamantly, and will not watch the video or call the police. She begins yelling at us to leave the property. At this point, Mike and I are simply stunned. Here we are trying to do the right thing. We’ve been told for 15 years that if we “See Something. Say Something.” We did, and this guard, who we errantly believed was charged with doing the right thing as her occupation, was shutting us down and protecting a potential criminal or hampering medical response to someone having an emergency. We were at a bit of a loss on what to do.

In comes a resident to the community. We ask her if she would call the police for us since the guard was refusing. The resident refused to help. First she tries to tell us that she didn’t see what happened so she didn’t want to get involved. We understand that, stated so, and offered to show her the video. She refused to watch it. She was so peckish and cowardly. The guard is now yelling at us to stop harassing her residents. We responded by telling the guard to call the police on us then. Whatever we needed to do to get the cops there. Chicken resident goes into the subdivision while we’re telling the guard to call the cops.

Another resident pulls up, this time a man. Well, he looked like man anyway, but I gotta wonder. He was a little nicer than the chicken lady, and was willing to listen to us, but then sarcastically asked, “Well, why don’t you have a phone?” Uh…not relevant. He, like the chicken lady, refused to call the police and went into the neighborhood.

The guard is now on the phone…correction – she is on two phones. One to each ear. I really don’t even know if she was talking to anyone or just doing it to avoid talking to us. As a bit of an aside, I want to describe this guard. She was female and dressed well (lots of bling and expensive looking hair). She had this little yappy shi-tzu in the guard house with her who barked nearly the entire time we were there. In the distance we could see her automobile – a sparkly, new, white Mercedes. We got the impression she had no formal guard training and was likely some resident who wanted to earn a little extra cash. I got a little loud at this point and just kept shouting to her, “Call the Police. Did you call the Police yet?” etc. She would interrupt her “calls” to tell us not to talk to her but that was about it.

As I was repeatedly asking the guard if she had called the police, a third resident comes on the scene. This guy came from within the subdivision, and seemed to roll up simply to get nosey. While we can’t say so for sure, we suspect that this guy may actually have been the driver of the truck or an immediate neighbor. I didn’t hear the start of the conversation between him and Mike, but I started paying attention to it when I overhear Mike tell the guy to back off. I turn around and start filming them. Mike later told me this dude chest bumped him. Dude is yelling at us saying that we had no idea if the truck driver was drunk or not. We agreed with him –which I think threw him off. He was expecting a fight. We informed him we had no idea but we had film showing there was indeed SOME sort of problem with the driver and the police were needed to figure it out. He really did not like the fact that I was filming him so he got back in his car and started to head back into the neighborhood. As he did so, he pulled out a little walkie-talkie and whispered something into it. Mike asks him if he was a fire fighter or law enforcement. The guy laughed at us and Mike said he said he was a cop (I didn’t hear him say that). I suspect he was not a cop or he would have been happy to show us his badge and push around his authority a little. I think he was communicating with whomever it was back at his house.

Realizing we were getting nowhere, and there were at least four people in this ritzy subdivision, including a uniformed security guard, who were more interested in protecting their own (a potential criminal or medical patient) than doing the right thing, we left and headed to the police department.

Much thanks to the SCMPD for their williness to listen to us and to follow up on this. Everyone at the Police Department was very helpful. They took a copy of our video, the tag information for the truck, and our information. They said they would go over there and pay the driver a visit (and hopefully the guard). As of right now, I’m not sure where things stand, so I don’t really want to post any of the video, in case an investigation was opened and is on-going.

Now I’m here on lunch, listening to Roger Waters remind me that ‘What God Wants, God Gets (God Help Us All)’ and wondering what the hell has happened to my fellow humans. Those four cowards we encountered at Richy Neighborhood sicken me. I hate them, and I hate hating. It would be now that I would like to curse those people and hope they all have someone dear to them die because of a drunk/impaired driver, but I won’t wish that. If karma wants that, karma will get that (karma help us all!). In the end, I know that we did the right thing by reporting this.


We Made It!

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:25 pm

Apologies for the silence since Friday evening. Yes we made it through Hurricane Matthew relatively unscathed. All things considered, we were pretty lucky, and are relieved to have gotten through it. Frankly, it was a pretty thrilling experience. I love a good storm, and this was the biggest I’ve ever seen. We don’t regret staying one bit.

We were of the 10% in Savannah that did not lose power during the storm. Considering the multiple blowouts from power poles/lines we witnessed (especially between 4a-5a on Saturday), it is amazing we stayed up. Word from home today is that the power is now out. We had expected that as they are working to repair the lines in our neighborhood for the rest of the 90%.

For me the hardest part now is that we don’t have any internet at home, which means NO communications at all from the house. As we don’t have a landline or cellphones (yep, another 10% minority for us), this has made it hard to keep up with the outside world. I’m back in the office today (and on lunch now), which is how I am reporting this.

I’ve been trying to write down my thoughts and timeline on the storm. If I finish and get to editing it, I’ll try to share. In the event I don’t get around to that, I would be remiss not to mention the one thing that left the biggest impression on me in the aftermath of the storm – COMMUNITY. I am specifically referring to those of us who stayed and rode out the storm together. The spirit of helpfulness and caring that I felt and gave on that Saturday afternoon (before the evacuees started to come back) is something I’ve never experienced before. I wish I could capture with words how amazing it felt. We knew it was short-lived, but it was such a wonderful feeling while it lasted. I think there will now be a bond between us and the neighbors who stayed for as long we all live there. Sorry for the cheeziness of this, but as I said, I’m having a little trouble articulating the feeling.

Thanks again to everyone who checked in on us and sent us well wishes. I’m going to believe all the positive karma you sent our way is what helped knock this storm down to a Cat. 2 and got us through.

The Gull Reef Club