I love baseball. I’ve been going to games since I was 4. I have been to dozens of stadiums in the US and Canada, major and minor leagues. I spent two summers as the official photographer for a summer wooden bat league in the NECBL. I’ve played a pick-up game with strangers on the Field of Dreams in Iowa. I’ve been the Baseball Hall of Fame and I met the real Rockford Peaches. But I have never seen such disrespect to the America’s pastime as I have at a Savannah Bananas game.
Thoughts on this weekend’s Savannah Book Festival.
Described by the New York Times as “a deft and lovely debut,” Sarah Domet’s The Guineveres comes out in paperback on July 11. I sat down with Sarah over some delicious bourbon mules and homemade tater tots to talk.
Before Conrad Aiken was the U.S. Poet Laureate or the recipient of the Pulitzer Prize, the Bollingen Prize, the National Book Award, the National Institute of Arts and Letters Gold Medal, and the National Medal for Literature, he was a young boy growing up on Oglethorpe Avenue in Savannah, Ga.
It’s a very big week here in Savannah and everything is turning green, including the fountains and people’s pets. If you want to know what to read for St. Patrick’s Day, check it out.