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My Saturday Evening Post: 4/12/25 “Night Light Life”

Posted on by Neal Saye

Robert and I were walking through Telfair Square here in Savannah last night after dinner. The statue-laden Telfair Academy (the first public art museum in the South, 1888) shone incandescently, perhaps a bit eerily, exuding both pride and remorse in our city’s problematic past.

I paused and gazed up into the heavy, meandering limbs of the ancient Live Oak trees, limbs laden with both desiccated (for now) resurrection fern and new, brilliant green spring leaves.

Death and life together.

The street light could not illuminate all their crevices.

“Some of these trees have to be older than the academy itself,” I thought, as we walked out of the past. “If only trees could talk!”

A light breeze kneaded the old and the new together, causing an audible whispering in the leaves.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 2/22/25 “Berry Good”

Posted on by Neal Saye

Yesterday in my Five Friday Happy Bringers, I mentioned the delicious joy that can be found in simple food.

And these days, with the turmoil going on in our nation, I need bits of joy wherever they can be found.

Easy breakfast. Costco Apple Danish.

Okay, maybe HR sliced some fresh strawberries on top of the apples.

Thick-cut bacon with freshly ground black pepper and a dash of cayenne.

LOVE-ly morning.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 7/22/23 “No”

Posted on by Neal Saye

So this afternoon Robert and I enjoyed a Late Lunch of Smash-burgers at the Crispi Food Truck in front of local brewery Two Tides here in Savannah.

From their cool website.

Here’s HR negotiating the colorful stairs afterwards, sporting his expensive Braves jersey (don’t get me started), knee brace (long story) and little gay socks.

What? You can’t really see them and want a better look? Okay, no problem …

(I did a sneak photo after we got home.)

Well, after a long time getting down the stairs, we walked a bit in the cool and hip Starland District of Savannah. And we ran across this also cool and hip tattoo parlor/clothing boutique.

I love their … “entry requirements.”

If only every establishment in these United States of America could hold the same “entry requirements/blessings.”

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My Saturday Evening Post: 7/15/23 “Skyward!”

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I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.

Over Barbour River earlier today when Robert and I were exploring the Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge about an hour south of us here in Savannah.

The sky is sometimes is a bit of a thief, stealing some glory from lakes. Also at Harris Neck earlier today.

Last night at Waterfront Park on Saint Simons Island.

HR, two ships and the sky, about an hour before the above picture.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 1/14/23 “Evil-less Cat”

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Here’s Benny comforting it out on a soft-cushioned chair. With the much-lauded Three Monkeys just to the left of his behind.

Mizaru, Kikazaru, and Iwazaru

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil

Butt don’t the wrong impression. Benny means no disrespect with his behind positioned monkey-way.

He’s actually quite taken with them. Before Benny’s nap, they introduced and explained themselves:

“[We] three wise monkeys are a pictorial maxim, embodying the proverbial principle ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’. [We] are Mizaru, covering [my] eyes, who sees no evil; Kikazaru, covering [my] ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru, covering [my] mouth, who speaks no evil.

There are various meanings ascribed to [us] monkeys and the proverb including associations with being of good mind, speech and action. In the Western world the phrase is often used to refer to those who deal with impropriety by turning a blind eye. Outside Japan [our] names are sometimes given as Mizaru, Mikazaru, and Mazaru, as the last two names were corrupted from the Japanese originals. [We] monkeys are Japanese macaques, a common species in Japan.” Scholarly Community Encyclopedia.

“Seriously?” asked an incredibly impressed and slightly intimidated Benny.

“Yes. What’s your story?”

Benny thought for a second before answering hesitantly. “Well, back in the day, Daddy Robert picked me from a friend’s litter of about a dozen of us kitties.”

The three monkeys just stood there, with hands all over their faces.

That’s when Benny went to sleep.