29 September 2013
|Lowcountry Heart Walk 2013, Charleston, S.C.|
More photos uploading here: Lowcountry Heart Walk 2013. Grab 'em and tag 'em kids!
27 September 2013
|Jestine's Kitchen, Meeting St., Charleston, S.C.|
So, instead of seeing a long line wrapped around the corner yesterday I saw this sign in the window. I took the picture because I giggled at the use of "Remolding" instead of Remodeling. I assumed it was a typo but apparently not. You can remold a building. Ya learn something every day.
|v. t.||1.||To mold or shape anew or again; to reshape.|
26 September 2013
|Old South Carriage Company, Anson St., Charleston, S.C.|
I caught this fun shot at the Old South Carriage Company building and stables on Anson St. this afternoon. I had a meeting at the Charleston County Library and put my walking sandals in the car so I could enjoy the lovely weather on a walk downtown.
I have a sneaking suspicion about who modeled for the mural, don't you?
25 September 2013
|Tri-SCAVA Group, Anderson, S.C.|
Naturally I made them pose for a group shot a the end of the presentation. :)
22 September 2013
|Old Charleston Navy Base, North Charleston, S.C.|
I met my son for brunch at Madra Rau the Irish Pub in North Charleston and took advantage of being in the area to walk through the old Navy Base housing. There are still amazing buildings there in various stages of repair. It's nice to see some of them have been repaired and used for the Army Wives series. Others are still waiting for some love and attention.
21 September 2013
|Queenie leads Zumba class for the Heart Association, Charleston, S.C.|
My friend Sheila Vega and her zumba instructor friend Queenie hosted a Zumba class to raise money for her "Wonder Hearts" Lowcountry Heart Walk team. I drove up to a community center on Greenridge Rd. in North Charleston to join the fun and add a couple of door prizes. What a high energy gang! Queenie kept everyone moving (even if I don't always spin in the right directions) and had guest instructors step in to lead different songs. Fun morning. Thanks folks!
I got home in time to get to a beautiful wedding at Hampton Park this afternoon.
Do you remember what today is? Today the kids we delivered on the night of Hurricane Hugo turn twenty four years old and they are old enough to buy the nurses who stayed to take care of them a drink! I want my drink. Cheers and happy birthday!
19 September 2013
18 September 2013
|George St., Charleston, S.C.|
This is in the little park on George St. I am sure it is part of the College of Charleston campus. I pop in now and then to check on my bear which is the same area.
This is the time of year to be in Charleston. The humidity has lifted and it is glorious outside. I set my dinner table outside last night to enjoy the weather and it was perfect.
17 September 2013
|Crown Hill Cemetery, Indianapolis|
Duh me. The cab driver asked where I wanted to be let off and I suggested the main gate as we passed block after block of walled cemetery grounds. Turns out there are 555 acres, 25 miles of paved road and over 200,000 graves. Oooops.
I never did find Dillinger but I had a good walk and it is a lovely cemetery. I followed a line in the road to an Information Office only to find it closed and map containers empty so I explored trying not to get too lost and luckily my loyal and well tipped Nigerian cab driver came back to get me and then drove me to the airport the next day. It didn't even dawn on me to try to pull up a map on my phone. Sorry Dillinger. Catch ya next time!
16 September 2013
15 September 2013
|Magnolia Gardens Swamp Walk, Charleston, S.C.|
|Table 118, Lake City, S.C.|
I am willing to make an exception for Table 118 except for one little snag. I can't even get inside and I already have a bad taste in my mouth.
After the great success of Artfields art festival in Lake City earlier this year I was eager to promote the entire project. I told everyone I knew about the festival. I loved the idea of reviving an entire little town around an art festival. I heard raves about Table 118 described as a high end restaurant in the little town and I was determined to come back to support it.
I've tried. Believe me. The first time I tried to go back it was for dinner. I checked the web site for dates and hours, called to be sure, left a couple messages asking for a reservation (got no response) and finally went ahead to made plans to head all the way there from Charleston since the answering machine message said they were open for dinner. Late that very afternoon after numerous calls I finally got someone to answer the phone who said they weren't going to be open for dinner. Huh? I was really annoyed. I told her that their web site said they were, their answering machine said they were and no one had returned my calls. She didn't know anything about that.
The second time was my fault. No pre-planning. Caught them as they were closing. No harm done.
Third time looked like a charm. A friend was up for a road trip - why not give Lake City another chance? Two morning phone calls confirmed they were open until 2 p.m. on Saturdays. Zoom, zoom, zoom. We pulled up at 1:30 p.m. to a spot directly across from the restaurant to find it closed. What the heck? A woman came to the door and said they had decided to close early for renovations that day. We said we had called twice that morning before we made the drive to make sure. She said she didn't know anything about that.
Never mind Table 118. I headed around the corner for some good old BBQ and friendly company.
|Ashley River, Charleston, S.C.|
I took the shot below looking down into the marsh. Someone had been enjoying a read by the side of the river. I've had some fun trying to guess what the book was. It is right next to the area under the bridge and may well belong to a street person who has found a hideaway spot.
14 September 2013
|Chucktown Showdown, Ashley River, Charleston, S.C.|
I am always blown away by the distance of the race. The elite group left Brittlebank Park, passed the Battery, circled Castle Pinckney and back over a course of 8.5 miles. The recreational group had a shorter course but even that is 4 miles. Yikes. These folks must have some strong arm muscles.
The gentleman in the top photo may have been paddling in the last of the group but his passenger appeared to be having a very good morning.