In honor of a favorite

Brick inscription, King St., Charleston, S.C.

Someone liked their dog well enough to pay for a brick inscription. The same person liked their whiskey enough to name their dog after it. I found a row of pet inscriptions on King St. The streets were closed to traffic on Sunday so I could actually look down without getting run over.

I'm not saying I made the best potato soup in the world this evening but it was darned good and I am full. Yum.

Here are some palmetto roses for you nice folks. Enjoy! I gave him all the change I had left to take the photo since I didn't actually want a rose.