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Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 3/28/26 “Please, No Kings!”

Posted on by Neal Saye

Robert and “This is what democracy looks like!” chant 

Today Robert and I joined thousands of other Savannah area patriots by participating in our third No Kings Day protest here in our hometown.

Please allow this sampling of creatively truthful protest signs and banners be the text for this post.

We felt honored to be a part of this peaceful, nonviolent and exuberantly hopeful crowd of patriots who so love our United States of America.

We kept running into folks we know. Here’s good buddy Critter. Isn’t that the coolest name?

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.

Saturday Evening Post
Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 3/27/26

Posted on by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. The beautiful Cherokee Rose that HR and I found along one of the hiking trails at Skidaway Island State Park near Savannah.

2. This Lovely Yellow at the Savannah Botanical Gardens.

I love my iNaturalist app, which helps me to quickly verify plants I see along life’s way.

3. My only complaint about all this springtime beauty would have to be the heavy overlay of pollen upon Savannah. So I am thankful for my Allegra, Flonase, and redi-melt Claritin.

4. My nose—even when it glows with springtime allergies.

5. Non-humans.

We all need a bit of Escape from People now and again.

Make you escape to a fun and healthy spring weekend ahead.

Posted in Shhh … Silent Sunday

Shhh … Silent Sunday 3/22/26

Posted on by Neal Saye

Early Sunday morning walk through daughter Amy’s neighborhood when Coastal sees him.

Shhh.

We got closer, but Dee stood his ground.

We decided to chat.

Dee started: “Whose neighborhood is this through which you walk?”

He caught me off guard. “Well, the homeowners, I suppose? The neighborhood association?”

“And who are the ‘homeowners’? Who are the members of the ‘neighborhood association’?”

I saw where he was going with his questioning, but I didn’t know where to go next with answering.

So I simply said, “I’m sorry” and walked away.

Dee continued to stare, not moving an inch.

He just followed my departure with his eyes.

My Silent Sunday ended up not being so silent after all.

When I got back to Amy’s and Scott’s house, where Robert and I are dog- and housesitting for a few days, HR was still asleep, so I made my coffee and walked out onto their balcony-porch overlooking Savannah’s Moon River.

Such Sunday morning peace.

And then the dolphins, the fish, the alligators, the pelicans, the common sea gulls and the wading birds began to talk, to question.