By Kris Broughton
I was on Tybee Island earlier this week, sitting in my usual spot on the 17th street crosswalk just after dawn, when a young man carrying an ocean going kayak trudged out of the surf and started making his way across the beach.
I said “good morning.” But his reply had an odd amount of exuberance in it for seven a.m....(read on)
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