I spent yesterday morning crying, I mean, volunteering at Rotary Happy Feet. A joint production of Mount Pleasant and East Cooper Breakfast Rotary Clubs, Happy Feet gives school shoes and socks to children whose parents could otherwise not afford them.
I cried, because I helped Jonathan. He's already a heartbreaker, and he's only four.
I'm always happy for an excuse to visit Beaufort, South Carolina. The town that was too pretty to burn during the War of Northern Aggression, I mean, the United States Civil War. (Well, because a bunch of Northerners owned the sprawling mansions by the time the Union Army got there.)
I'm glad. Whatever it took to save this treasure, an hour's drive south of Charleston and an hour and a half from Savannah, GA: Maybe those dang Confederates weren't too proud to beg.