Charleston Gives Up Its Gifts

I’m sitting here listening to a ragtime version of “Just a Closer Walk with Thee.”  People seem on the verge of dancing.  I ask you to imagine anyone dancing to “Just a Closer Walk with Thee.”  It just cracks me up.  Although, maybe we’d all be better off if we danced to hymns.

Here’s another version it’s nearly impossible not to dance to:

I also saw a guy playing the guitar and singing what, upon closer listen, turned out to be “The Weight.”  I wish I’d had a way to record it because the guy was somehow a fabulous guitar player (though I contend he was not playing the song he was singing) but such a terrible singer.  I’m talking unrecognizeable and out of tune and funny as hell.

I bought some souverniers–a small sawgrass basked (I mean, they wear you down with their friendliness and the braiding on the rim.  I’m just one person.  How can I resist?), a couple of glass net floats, and a pound of prailines for the Butcher.

I walked around the weekly farmer’s market and then down to the regular market and then around and around.  As you might have guessed, I kind of played hookey from the last day of the conference.  I feel bad, but I’m pretty sure it was more “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, library!  Living or dead?!”

I almost paid $20 for a tour but I thought, “No, Heather is coming.  If there’s anything worth knowing, she will tell me.”  Ha.

Now I have to settle in and force myself to read about Spanish pornography.  It just goes to show, no matter how pleasant the task, once it’s required, it’s hard to enjoy.

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  1. You’ll have to come back so we can do the tour in the daylight. However, I hope you enjoyed the dark, driving tour of Chucktown and the awesomeness that is our Cooper River Bridge (technically it’s named the Arthur Ravenel Jr Bridge, but no one around here cares).

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