It was the very witching time of night that Coach Dale, confident and faithful, pursued his travel Toomersward, along the sides of the lofty kudzu which rises above the Loveliest Village… because sometimes screen-shotting the web cams just isn’t weird enough.
Sunday (so early Monday morning, just a little past):
It was quiet.
Almost too quiet.
Almost.
Monday (right on the dot!):
It was livelier, despite the looks of things. “Benny and the Jets” oozed out from Bodega.
Tuesday (almost quarter till 1 a.m.):
The Tiger Paw – painted?
Folks were out and about. Guys complained about cover charges. Girls straightened their tube tops.
The Toomer’s Oak? Tantric…
Check by tomorrow night. If you care dare.
