yep, she pulled the ear...Scott and I were misbehavin'...

the butt pinches the Mrs. did plenty of later on...LOLOLOL

but in all sincerety, it was wonderful meeting you folks, Vicks...

Scott is a 6'-5" young man (age 17) that has a special place in my heart..

in the Restaurant, he and I were exchanging "tics" (not to be confused with the 8 legged buggers, ladies and gents, we don't like to exchange those ticks, although we did exchange a few fleas...) and I still have a couple of leftover tics that are just weaning away slowly...LOL

(to those that are now very cornfuseled and cornfucious, I have Tourette Syndrome as do Scott and we have "tics" and "shouts" and for some TSers, they seem to pick up eachother's tics for some periods of time...)

Scott is a bright young man with a little bit of "devil" streak in him, a LOT like me...LMAO...he and Vicks share beautiful singing voices together...

we had a delicious meal at Olive Garden, as Vicks said and Scott ate for all of us...LOLOLOL! I loved it!

Then we drove to downtown Savannah, which was given to Lincoln after the Civil War.

Downtown Savannah is considered HISTORIC, with beautiful victorian and old style houses adorning its streets. The roads have live oaks that are hundreds(some of them even thousands) years old that drapes over the streets to form a natural canopy. Spanish Moss waves in the air hanging from the tree trunks and creates a type of "welcoming" committee as if they were welcoming you into the city.

parts of the old towne kept it's original fire brick walls and cobble stone roads. Especially by the river front. Old horse buggys used to carry cannons down these cobble stoned roads...

The street by the river is filled with old buildings with unique shops. We all loved the candy one where they made old fashioned candies by hand and let you taste them! We saw an old taffy machine where a kid was pulling the salt water taffy by hand into the machin and the machine was cutting and rolling about 10 candies per second. The machine was red and clicked away while patrons watched with delights. Little children(and us) stood by to grab the taffys as they rolled off the machine...

between the shops and the river there is a center square where one can rest and sit and watch the ships go by. But the street performers usually take up these spots to earn a little keep or something extra.

Two of my favorite performers were there that night(I really wished hard that they'd be there and voila, they were there!)

They are a couple of old soul gentleman that plays old bluesy tunes...I started going to Savannah 7 years ago and I have sanged with them ONE time...LOL They had a guest this time, a lady with a beautiful voice..

before we sat and enjoyed these gentleman, we saw the cargo ships go by.

Savannah is the largest port on the East Coast and let me describe these ships to you.

If you've ever drive next to one of those 18 axel trucks (semis) and saw that big gigantic thing that they drag (cargo trunk) when you are on the roads(I always get scared when I drive pass these trucks, they just scare me). Now, picture about 200 of these cargoes on a large ship.

That's how much cargoes there were on these ships (200 or more) and they are long, huge, and in YOUR face...but it is a sight to see...

well, one of the particular ones we saw had two porpoises swimming infront of it, as if guiding it...they would flip out and time their way infront of the ship, as if giving a show...one was an albino if I remembered correctly...

the rest of the night was enjoying the two gentlemen singing their hearts out, their bluesy tunes attracted a great audience as their slightly hoarse, southern draw vocals vibrated everyone's hearts...some were sad, some were funny, but most were just simply good ole clap your thigh and sing along or smile tunes...everyone had smiles on their faces...

finally, it was time to bid our farewells, but none of us were sad...we had been planning this meeting for quite a few years now, and it is a good beginning...Scott is everything that I thought he'd be...a special young man.
Rebecaa, the shy younger sister that is more quiet and embarassed(at her age where everyone at her age is embarassed by their family. LOL) yet silently watches over her brother...

we observed a few times when Scott was really pushing her buttons as a big brother would and she would show the "face" of "don't mess with me" yet, when he would bump into things or drop things, she was always watchful of him with a caring eye...

Rick is a nice, gentle, quiet man, that saved the day. At one point, the bluesy guitarist dropped his guitar pick and had everyone searching for it...it was Rick's keen observation that found a black pick in the pitch of the dark night...way to go, RICK!

Vicks, Scott takes after your vibrat, sly, smile and more outgoing personality. He IS definitely your son and you should be very proud him. I know he'll have some rough roads ahead of him, but with you, Rick,and Rebecca and now US by his side, I am sure he'll do just fine!

OK, enough blabbering from me. I really should be working...