The screen door smacks. Feet thunder down stairs. Voices filter through the kitchen window, voices lifted over an open bottle of wine, a cheese platter, sliced peaches, seven shared decades of…
Tag: <span>Low Country</span>
Charleston’s past brushes against skin with the disturbingly material presence of a ghost. “Pardon me,” you’ll find yourself saying to no one but the Past as you cross Tradd Street at…