You know how you get used to seeing people in certain places, and then you see them somewhere else and you all of a sudden don't know them? Yeah, that happened to me today.
All weekend I kept seeing this guy's name, and when he finally sat down at our table for lunch, we started talking Florida (because that's what I do) and he mentioned he came from a long line of Tallahasseeians (I'm pretty sure that's what they're called). I mentioned I knew another storied Tallahasseeian (the executive director of St. Petersburg Preservation) and this guy knew her, prompting the North Carolina people at our table to remark that everyone in Florida knew each other which, if you know anything about the South, is something like irony.
However, I can't argue, because Grant Peeples was at the Craftsman House last week and this week, for no good reason other than his talent and charm, he's at a bookseller's conference and in the middle of Savannah we're talking about the 'Burg and SPF and how he's going to be at Old Key West Tuesday night.
Grant Peeples gets around. Apparently, I do, too.
(Can't make it to Savannah? Check him out at Old Key West Tuesday night.)
This article appears in Sep 15-22, 2016.