Kathleen is my guest blogger for the Savannah Children's Book Festival, which, alas, I missed, since I was at the Dahlonega LIterary Festival...it's that time of year!
He was a giant duck. I think. A character at the annual Savannah Children’s Book Festival. An enormous, rotund, fuzzy yellow duckling. In what appears to be a blue sailor suit.
Fairly out of shape, I do not cut a graceful figure in motion. No doubt I looked as dignified running as the duck I was chasing.
This is one of those odd, reflective moments that makes a person ponder his position in life, and how he got there. Did I see adult self, say, 15 years ago, anything like I see myself today?
The overnight trip had begun a little rough, having only found out the Monday previous that we would be attending. On the office calendar for the 17th, the festival was actually one week earlier. Plans had to be changed, hotel reservations made, expenses acquired. But we (Paige, Carole Marsh’s assistant) and I made it. The pieces fit together; we had everything we needed, the car held up under the 4-hour drive, and they still have those awesome barbecue nachos (try it and believe) at a favorite Savannah restaurant.
In spite of the chorus of police officers, hotel staff, and street signs repeating, “no, you can’t park here” amid the rest of the town’s Saturday morning traffic-generating activities (farmer’s market, art festival, Veteran’s Day Parade, three weddings we saw from the street, plus something called a “Zombie Walk”) I consider this a vacation.
I got my picture. And it’s adorable. It will remind me of the lovely day in the park, and the lively week leading up to it. Savannah is one of those old cities that anyone can go home to. I thank them for having us!
Until next year!