To describe our growing up in the lowcountry of South Carolina, I would have to take you to the marsh on a spring day, flush the great blue heron from its silent occupation, scatter marsh hens as we sink to our knees in mud, open an oyster with a pocketknife and feed it to you from the shell and say, 'There. That taste. That's the taste of my childhood.' - Pat Conroy
September 11, 2014
Not leaving but...
...my computer is toast!
He's headed to the doctor tomorrow to see if he can be fixed.
I will not be blogging until I get him back!
Bare with me...
"Technology is good, until it isn't..."
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