Scott Graber
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The gift that keeps giving to Beaufort County
It is Wednesday, and Susan and I are with Lolita Huckaby at Marker 244 — a bistro at the foot of the bridge in…
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My field of dreams is long gone
It’s crisp this morning — perhaps 60 degrees — and a sweet-smelling cloud has settled over Port Royal. That smell tells me that pigs…
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Some issues transcend ideology, party platform
It is 8 a.m., Saturday, and I am in Port Royal. It is overcast, colder, and I’ve broken out a woolen, long-sleeved shirt. Last…
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‘All things truly wicked start from innocence’
It is Saturday, and Susan and I are sitting in our home on 9th Street in Port Royal. This afternoon we’ve opened a bottle…
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“Are grief counselors, their words ever enough?”
It is Friday, and I’m in the TGYK Hotel on Montgomery Street in downtown Savannah. It’s early and a young woman is setting out…