Bogard St., Charleston, SC
I'm feverish, congested, curled up in the corner of my couch and babbling to myself this evening.
The Trattoria Lucca may be a delicious and happy (noisy) treat for Bogard St. but couldn't they have given me the Patio Famous Tea Room sign when they renovated? It was a favorite thing on Bogard along with the little lady with the statue garden and Snookies Little Sweet Shop.
Waldo led me to Matt Alber. Wow.
According to a commenter (thank you) the cool piece of graffiti from Trapman St. wasn't written by an despondent artist in love but is a fragment of a Phish lyric. It isn't quite the same looking at the enlargement on my wall now.
I spoke your name for many days
Pronouncing it in several ways
And moving letters all around
And when you heard the end result
I told you it was not my fault
If you were here more of the day
It wouldn't twist around that way .
Repack your bags. There is no more smoking in Bhutan.
What language does your dog speak?
Okay. I'm going to take a little pre-bed nap now. Aaachoo. Y'all turn the lights out.
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