Segue
We decamped from Pawley’s Island on Sunday and everyone dispersed. Mrs. Perils and I headed for my middle brother’s place near Charleston, as our flight home departed from CHS. On the way, we stopped in Georgetown for coffee. We couldn’t find coffee there, but this parrot caught our eyes as we strolled along the riverside commercial district. His companion, who didn’t look all that accustomed to broad daylight, said the bird had spent his entire life in bars. He hinted darkly that we probably didn’t want to hear any of the bird’s elocutionary repertoire.
His shirt says, “Fresh Yankee, Served Daily”.
