Pluff Mud Chronicles

By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III

David

If you follow me on Facebook, you know I take a lot of those little quizzes like what rock and roll star would you be (John Lennon), what Greek deity are you (Eros), what Gone With The Wind character are you (Rhett Butler) and so on. This very morning I took a quiz that asked, “When Will You Die?” The answer? At a whopping 57 years old. Thing is, Charles, on the 28th of this month on the birthday you and I share (happy 50th), I will be 62.

By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III

David

Charles, I would love to tell you that my memories of back to school were idyllic, part of the panoply of memories that color the halcyon days of youth. Thinking back on my almost 18 years of matriculation from the perspective of 35 years later, though, with the exception of one the Simons boys almost putting my eye out while acting out a scene from the Three Stooges, I don’t really remember a heck of a lot … except for early football at Christ School. That I remember as if it were yesterday.

Pluff Mud Chronicles

By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III

David

Probably the best summer job I ever had was after my return to the College of Charleston in 1977 following a two-and-a-half year stint at George Washington University and a year out of school. One of my dearest friends was the late John Bennett. Sitting around the pool behind the Buntings on Lenwood during spring break, John — what one might call a noted attorney — suggested I start serving subpoenas for him. He had a ‘64 Chevy Impala, which he loaned me, and offered to pay me $5 for every one I served downtown, $10 for every bridge I crossed, $20 for North Charleston and $30 to go out to the rural hinterlands of Ladson, Goose Creek and Summerville.

Pluff Mud Chronicles 

By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III

David

The most memorable summer job I ever had was painting the McPherson’s house on South Battery in early summer of 1973. I was part of a crew Harry Cochran had assembled. What a crew that was: Andy Watson, Bubbie Stone, Brad Waring and John G. Thornhill — among others.

By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III

David

When pondering what to discuss this journalistic trip, the wretch pointed out that it was May, which meant graduation. Graduation meant speeches. After being dragged through glass in several states and various schools and colleges, I managed to graduate from two revered institutions:

Pluff Mud Chronicles

By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III

David

It’s here — summer with all of its intendment fun, sun, pretzels and beer. In high school and college, how one afforded the aforementioned fun, sun, pretzels and beer involved various life lessons.

By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III

David

It’s April. The azaleas are blooming, the scent of various blooming flowers wafts through the ancient brick alleys, the sunlight spackling the faded stucco. A warm sea breeze melts away the memories of chill March winds.

Fair

61°F

Charleston, SC

Fair
Humidity: 63%
Wind: NNE at 6 mph
Friday 56°F / 73°F Partly cloudy
Saturday 58°F / 75°F Sunny
Sunday 62°F / 78°F Sunny
Monday 65°F / 79°F Sunny

Mercury newspaper racks are located at the following locations:

The Meeting Street Inn

Clair's Service Station at 334 Folly Rd.

Harris Teeter on Houston-Northcutt Blvd.

The Square Onion in I'On

Mt. Pleasant Library on Mathis Ferry Rd.

 

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