Notes From the Road: Fear and Loathing On the Campaign Trail:
Very Superstitious Writing On the Wall
So today I had the unique experience of posing for South magazine at a photo shoot in Johnson Square, to illustrate a forthcoming feature on my candidacy for Mayor of Savannah. I stood high on a perch facing south, with City Hall looming over my shoulder, the glint of the gold dome popping against a grey sky. For a moment I was happy and just a little bit proud. After all, I may not get this chance again, and if a photo shoot for South to illustrate a story about me running for mayor was on my bucket list, well, it's crossed off now.
There were signs that I was in the right place at the right time for such a thing to transpire. Those who know me know that I'm a bit on the spooky-kooky side when it comes to all things spirit, owing to my avocation as a parapsychologist. I am not overly given to superstition, but there are signs and wonders to be seen and sometimes impossible to avoid.
For example, I arrived onsite in Johnson Square to find a Marine Corps major walking his bulldog puppy. I spent twelve of the best years of my life in the company of a bulldog named Spike, who died in my arms and has been missed with every beat of my heart since then. If ever I was looking for a good-luck charm, I suppose a bulldog puppy will suffice. Then, after taking up my spot in the middle of Bull Street, shooting was temporarily halted when a beer truck obliterated the background while making a delivery. The side of the truck was painted with a giant ad that read: "Go With the Silver Bullet". Indeed.
Last but not least, the photographer's stylist, a big brassy redhead named Danielle Hicks (also known around town as a chanteuse), gifted me a sample of Savannah Bee Company Acacia Honey; honey having been highly prized for the past 8,000 years in general as a symbol of purity and endurance of the soul, resurrection and immortality, and acacia in particular for its ability to ward off ghosts and demons.
Yes, Facey friends: when you're posing for pictures in the middle of Bull Street in front of City Hall while running for mayor and the clouds part and the sunlight illuminates the gold dome, and a bulldog puppy chews your shoes while a redhead feeds you honey, and a beer truck passes in the distance with your campaign slogan on its side...you know you're livin' an interesting life and having a helluva day.
My thanks to Michael Brooks for sending his ace photographer Blake Crosby into the fray with the admonition: "Try not to make the next mayor look fat and bald..."
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