The early evening was perfect, without a hint of the humidity that haunts the South, in the Summer months.
The three of us met in the hotel lobby, then drove to the restaurant. After parking a couple of blocks away, we meandered along the sidewalk, telling stories as we walked.
“Look!” I exclaimed, pointing toward goats standing on the thatched roof of a small building.
Tink shook his head in astonis…
