Well, I Wasn't Going to Save You Before, But...

When new broke about Giuliani's SC campaign guy getting arrested on cocaine charges, my mom reminded me of a funny story my dad used to tell that I had forgotten about, also related to the prominent Charleston family. Charleston is pretty much right up there with Savannah as a place that's...I don't want to say 'closed to outsiders and besotted with the past,' but let's imagine something along those lines that is more positive. (And I would move to Charleston in a heartbeat! But then again I know people around there.) He was in Charleston with some distant cousins-types of ours and I guess everyone was drinking a bit, and one of these guys fell off the battery into the river, whence he was heard to cry "help me! I am a Ravenel!" Ah, The South. (Sounds too good to be true, admittedly, but the thing about the south is that truth is stranger than fiction, for reals.)

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[todd.]

Have you seen the fancy new Ravenel bridge? It was just opening when we were there last, two summers ago. The extent to which it improves upon the bridge it replaces cannot be conveyed within any language I know of.

[Scott Lemieux]

Print the legend.

[Doug]

Unless, as is likely, the truth is even more lurid than the legend.