Author: Neal Saye

Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and … #27”

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HR (“Husband Robert” for the uninitiated) and I were meandering around the Baltimore Museum of Art and stumbled outside to find … her.

Fruit: Bronze Statue by Emile-Antoine Bourdelle

Robert is most often bolder than me. “Hello, ma’am. May I have some of your fruit?”

“ I guess so. Because of your red pants.”

“Many, many thanks, ma’am.”

“You’re a cutie. Look behind.”

Generosity.

Posted in Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?

Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 9/19/22

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Walking to beautiful Forsyth Park here in Savannah, HR and I came upon this old Spanish Moss-covered tree we had passed many a time before.

But this time, the tree beckoned us over.

“What,” I asked, still not sure what was going on.

“Why do you all walk past me, ignoring me, disrespecting me? I have been here long before any of you arrived.”

And for the first time in, well, forever, I saw the tree as a living being. A fellow creature on planet earth.

A tree who “sees and understands.”

Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 9/17/22 “Eggshell What?”

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So, Robert and I were enjoying an evening walk here in historic district Savannah near where we live. Minding our own business. When we came upon this …

Wait. You need to look down.

See? Broken eggshells carefully placed at the base of the door to this business.

Robert frustratingly interrupted me by taking my pic as I was trying to start an important investigative report.

But. What? Huh? Eggshells at the bottom of a door?

I tried to research it a bit. But didn’t find too much except for vague references to Savannah voodoo and magic.

What do you think is going on here?

Should I go to the business Monday morning and ask?