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It’s been many moons since the six amigos walked down the halls of MCA near Oglethorpe Square on Adams Street. Today, the old school has relocated to a modern facility on US-17, and to reminisce about the good ole times, the group got together for a mini reunion on the banks of the Darien River at Skipper’s Fish Camp.
The motley crew had a lot of catching up to do and enjoyed fried shrimp and strong libations with a pristine view of the Darien River and Altamaha with the orange sun sinking in the wetlands. Over the horizon, a flock fo geese flew in formation and small alligators basked on the banks waiting to be fed.
Inside were more exotic animals: white tailed deer, wild boar, beavers, turkey and other wild animals indigenous to coastal Georgia, hung from the walls and rafters keeping us company.
“Geez, Timmy, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Yeah, Timmy still has his good sense of humor and his great taste for fashion and style.”
The venerable classmates talked about their favorite teachers, scandals, old crushes, football team woes, 80’s rock bands, school fights, and the greatest films of all times.
Steven ordered spiced peel & eat shrimp and Timmy and I ordered the large sweet Georgia shrimp platter – buttery goodness and fried to perfection. They came with three hush puppies and the moment I sank my teeth into those sweet morsels, I wished there were a dozen more. The Bloody Marys were phenomenal and Timmy drank his usual Titos on the rocks.
To soak up the scenery, the group congregated by the chairs on the docks. The reclaimed timbers gave the Camp a nostalgic, rustic feel as we looked back on the days we took a dip on the murky Altamaha.
The timing was so perfect, that we ran into Chris Brady who just so happened to be enjoying dinner with his family. Three of us have moved on from little ole Darien. That’s why it was unprecedented to be in town at the same time.
Thankfully, our bond is still strong after so many years, and we’ll never forget where we were brought up. The get together was definitely fortuitous and a generational event that we hope would happen again sooner rather than later. Even if it’s many moons later.
And what was their favorite topic after so many years – how they used to skip Mr. Holt’s algebra class and visit the now-defunct Darien Restaurant for sumptious, foiled burgers.
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