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A Serendipitous Encounter

As I was departing Savannah today, and about to onramp I-16, it dawned on me that I needed sustenance. I was quite starved, and the eleven margaritas I'd had the night before with Rob and the crew were taking their toll.

I U-turned and headed to downtown, looking for soup, actually. I happened to see the Six Pence Pub, and went in for sweet tea, a corner to chain smoke with trembling hand and wetted brow, and shrimp chowder.

As I cast a nervous glance about the place who did I see but A---, my high school senior English teacher. This is the selfsame person I recently posted about breaking and entering on, and stealing his Thanskgiving turkey, and liquor. I had not seen him in 30 years, and, in fact I believe the last time I saw him was the morning after the heist, when I returned what was left of the turkey and liquor, and apologized.

I walked over and introduced myself, and we had a good chat. He was aware my brother was in town and doing well, and I felt better after we talked, although I was still under the effects of the earthquake pills.

I did not mention the turkey, however. Although I sense he detected my continuing fondness for John Barleycorn.