A Summer Sunday in Savannah
Please do not make the mistake of assuming the ‘when’ in this story. It could be 1970, 2006, 2030 or whenever. I’ve intentionally blurred the time frame so that I don’t get a bunch of inane political comments concerning current events from the lunatic fringe of any orientation. This is a story with military overtones, there are no dogs and no corporate America anecdotes—although I almost added the dogs near the end. This story does deal with the publishing world, I don’t have any first hand...