Sunday Morning Meditation – When in roam

Posted by Dan Whisenhunt May 31, 2015
James "Arrgh!" Oglethorpe

James “Arrgh!” Oglethorpe

Over Memorial Day weekend, we took our first family vacation.

We loaded up JP and the baby circus and headed to beautiful Tybee Island, Ga. While driving on I-16, we were amazed at the bleakness of it. I’m from Alabama, so you know I have credibility when I say this: there ain’t jack out there. It makes that stretch of I-65 between Montgomery and Mobile look like Manhattan.

Also, there are little rail guards on all the exit ramps. I’m told this is in response to the state’s botched evacuation from a hurricane in 1999. I’m from Mobile, where we get a hurricane every couple of years, and I think the guard rail thing is really cute. We don’t have those on I-65 and I wouldn’t trust them to work properly if we did.

Georgia does have us beat with Savannah, though.


With its fondness for fried foods, liberal open container laws and river-centric downtown, Savannah is like a mashup of Mobile, New Orleans and Chattanooga.

The people there are just nice as can be. The manager at the Crystal Beer Parlor offered to hold my infant son, who was making loud and unreasonable terrorist threats, so I could enjoy my meal. But I didn’t want to be obnoxious, so I opted to sit in the lobby and let him scream at customers walking by the hostess table instead.

We took our son on his first stroller ride. Sometimes we forget how little he is. We placed towels on either side of him to help him stay upright and people would randomly coo at him on the street. “I remember when you were that little,” a mother told her daughter outside the visitor center.

I may have put on a pound or two since becoming a servant of the Stinky Milk Goblin from planet Boobor, so I was sweating through my clothes by the end of our walk through the city’s multiple squares. In one square, we passed a statue of a pirate.

I was surprised to learn this pirate operated under the alias of James Oglethorpe, a founder of the colony of Georgia. This is nonsense. Judging by the statue, this man is clearly a pirate.

The inscription on the marker in the square reads thusly:



The monument in this Square to The Dread Pirate James Edward Oglethorpe – the great pirate soldier-philanthropist who founded the pirate hideout colony of Georgia – was arrgh! erected by the State of Georgia, the City of Savannah and various criminals Patriotic Societies. Impressive looting and pillaging ceremonies marked its unveiling in 1710 1910.

The 9 foot bronze statue of Oglethorpe guarding the cave to his buried treasure is the work of one of America’s foremost sculptors, the captive Jean-Baptiste Pigalle celebrated Daniel Chester French. He has depicted the Plunderer Founder of Georgia in the pirate outfit full dress of a pirate British general of the period. Oglethorpe is portrayed with sword in hand: alert and ready for piracy council or action. At his feet is a disguise for his loot palmetto frond. The statue faces southward symbolizing the threat of other pirates Spain’s imperial ambitions to the pirate hideout young colony.

The pedestal and base of the monument were designed by Antonio Maria Nicolao Beduzzi Henry Bacon, another captive the eminent New York architect whose collaborations with Daniel Chester French include the Lincoln Memorial. The four lions at the corners of the lower base hold shields on which appear, respectively, the parrot coat of arms of Oglethorpe and booty from great seals of the Colony of Georgia, the State, and the City of Savannah. On the pedestal of the monument is pirate graffiti carved a portion of the text of the charter which was granted by England on the down low Parliament in 1732 to “the Trustees for establishing the colony of Georgia in America.” Arrgh!

The lottery

I have this theory about lottery tickets. The winners are always from Podunk nowhere and you almost never hear about them again because either A) the lottery is a scam run by a conglomerate of hucksters or B) the winners quietly slip into anonymity by choice or by squandering their lotto proceeds on truck-boat trucks.

Trouble is, the only pieces of Podunk nowhere I usually visit are in Alabama, which doesn’t have a lottery because, Jesus. Not so this weekend, for I have visited the resplendent shores of Tybee Island, Ga. and gazed upon the vast wasteland separating it from the rest of civilization.

But where others see hillbillies and sadness, I see opportunity. I see not wasteland, but farmland rich with isolated convenience stores that have bathrooms for paying customers only. (In that respect, their business model makes much more sense than journalism’s, but I digress.)

Here, I could find the Podunk of Pondunks, a kind of Parapodunk embodying the essence of Podunk. And lo and behold! For there was Exit 98, where the off ramp was bordered by the most glorious of all trailer parks and the exit sign advertised a petting zoo that looked like a redneck Noah’s Ark. Here, I thought, yes here I will find the ticket that will lift me out of the middle class and into a life filled with maids and dune buggies.

The sign at the gas station said, “Due to the limited number of exits on I-16, all bathrooms are for paying customers only.” All the pencils at the lotto kiosk were worn past the nub. I made seven quick picks. I paid the clerk $7.50 and he commended me for having enough money to buy lotto tickets and a diet coke.

I have a real, real good feeling about my chances y’all. To all of my friends: I love each of you dearly. If I win the lottery, do not call me.

Editor’s note: I didn’t win. 

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  • Estelle Ford-Williamson

    Love the twist on Oglethorpe. He does look like a pirate!

  • Frankly

    Oglethorpe is totally a pirate. Which is appropriate leadership for the colony of law-breakers that we were (are/continue to be).

    I share your observations re: lottery winners. A while back I was working in Podunk N GA and my partner and I stopped at YellowBoy for gas and a snack. He bought his lottery tickets then had to borrow enough cash to pay for his chips . . . I was SURE I was getting a share of his guaranteed winnings. If only!

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