A Visit to the Hostess City of the South :: Personal Narrative Writing

A Visit to the Hostess City of the entropy In 1994 John Berendt whispered a tale of murder and scandal in a quaint Southern town that took the nation by storm. Berendts novel, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil spent more cadence on the New York Times Bestseller List than any other makeup of fiction or nonfiction. This tale of a murder and other oddities which savannah tucks away in its proverbial closet takes place during the 1980s and 1990s. Upon reading this novel I became obsessed with the idea of visiting Savannah, and in 2002 I was able to make this obsession a reality. With a a good deal needed Spring Break in sight, my boyfriend and I decided to take a weekend jaunt to the Hostess City of the South. After our classes were over and our bags were packed, we finally headed out of Tallahassee on the later onnoon of March 8th. We traveled east on I-10 and drove the mind-numbing 166 mile stretch forth to Jacksonville. The sad thing a bout interstates is that they are generally bland with scarce an occasional view of different scenery. We breezed past the generic fields and unconstipated more generic patches of forest that characterize I-10 along the Florida Panhandle. Shortly after merging with I-95 north of Jacksonville the area surrounding the interstate morphed into swampland as we crossed the Nassau, and later St. Marys Rivers. We whizzed by an abundance of power saw grass and swamp cypress, which was a nice change from the pine forests of Florida. another(prenominal) change that we noticed around Brunswick, Georgia was the gas pricesonly $0.99/ congius Of course, we stopped to fill up and then proceeded to drive the ninety-five miles to our hotel in Hardeeville, South Carolina. Hardeeville was only fifteen miles from Savannah and we had a free hotel board there courtesy of a Ramada rewards program. The lax South Carolina laws on fireworks sales have made it a very lucrati ve business judgement from all of the highway signs.