Chapter 4
Charleston, SC
24 November 2010
Ian
WE FLEW TO CHARLESTON Wednesday afternoon, rented a car, and picked up the boys at The Citadel. They were overjoyed to see us and stood beside the car blabbing for a while until I cut the conversation short, saying, “Hey, guys, we need to get going—it’s at least a two-hour drive down to Savannah.”
“We’re going to Savannah?” Sean said as he and Paul got in the car.
“Yeah,” I said. “We’ve got a two-bedroom suite at the DeSoto Hilton, and we’re gonna pig out at their Thanksgiving brunch tomorrow.”
“Sounds good to me,” Paul said.
“Me too,” Sean said.
The boys were so wound up about their experiences in military college that they talked nonstop all the way to Savannah. We collectively decided not to stop for fast food but to have a light su
