The highlight of the trip however, besides vacationing with my ravishing wife, was the trolly tour we took on Saturday. Now, I'm not usually one for tours -- usually over-priced, poorly guided, tourist traps -- this tour was incredible. What makes the difference is the tour guide. Our guide, Phil, wasn't really a tour guide, he was a story teller. He drove us around for almost 2 hours telling us tales of Sherman's march to burn Savannah, Lee's nickname for the city, and recited lines from Flannery O'Connor as we passed her childhood home.
He didn't tell about Savannah's history, he lived it. After most of the people had gotten off the bus, Phil chatted with a couple a few rows in front of us about how he and a close friend of his get together to swap stories. His buddy guides tours in Charleston and he talked about how they laugh and trade tips, and then he said the most curious thing -- the most beautiful thing. He said, "we talk about stories, not about the stories themselves, but how to tell the story."
Phil, I take my hat off to you and thank you for a refreshing, riveting tour of Savannah -- keep telling your stories.