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Down, off the coast of Georgia, on an island called St. Simons, live several of my favorite people. One is named Edward.
No one ever thought of calling him “Ed” or “Eddie.” He is an Edward and it is a name he carries well because he is dignified but fun and so thoroughly Southern that you can hear magnolias and peaches in his voice.
He grew up in a tiny Southern town, just over an hour’s drive from Savannah. This is important to know because those who have well-grounded roots in the Savannah area speak with a different drawl than my Appalachian people. They are descended from the aristocratic British so, if you listen carefully, you can hear London dripping from their syllables. Edward’s drawl could be a lullaby, so beautiful as it is.