What I Did Over Summer: Argh! Thar's ghosts in them thar windows

I'm not going to apoligize for not posting this sooner and admit to being a bad blogger. I've done that umpteen times in the past and guess what? The guilt hasn't killed me yet, so why let it start eatting at me now? That being said, I'm going to attempt to catch up on the events of December and January. It's amazing how a stream of insignificant events can add up to being, well, my life. So, here's more of my life...

This should have been posted on Dec. 13, 2008.

James and Stacy are friends from my weekly Thursday Night Potluck Club. Kat and Don (other friends) started the potluck in my room in 2007 and when I left Savannah that summer they moved the get together to James and Stacy's house because the extra space was needed to handle the growing number of guests. Since then the couple has seen more people walk through their front door than the gates of Graceland. Birthday celebrations are usually acknowledged at the weekly potluck, but this was a special occassion--- James' 30th birthday---and called for a break from the regular potluck venue. A group of us met at The Pirate's House http://www.thepirateshouse.com/ for dinner and what turned into lots of picture taking entertainment. The history of The Pirate's House dates back to 1733 when the city of Savannah was founded and is very interesting (click on the link and go to the history page for the full story). Long story short, The Pirate's house was were the pirates came for drinks and a good time when they came ashore from sailing the seas and collecting booty. Legend has it that Capt. Flint from the famed book Treasure Island died in an upstairs room at The Pirate's House. The rum cellar is also said to be connected to the underground passages that run beneath Bay and River Streets which exit at the water where the ships would have docked.

In the chamber known as the Captain's Room with its hand hewn
ceiling beams joined with wooden pegs, negotiations were made by shorthanded ships' masters to shanghai unwary seamen to complete their crews. Stories still persist of a tunnel extending from the Old Rum Cellar beneath the Captain's Room to the river through which these men were carried, drugged, and unconscious, to ships waiting in the harbor. Indeed, many a sailor drinking in carefree abandon at The Pirates' House awoke to find himself at sea on a strange ship bound for a
port half a world away. A Savannah policeman, so legend has it, stopped by The Pirates' House for a friendly drink and awoke on a four-masted schooner sailing to China from where it took him two years to make his way back to Savannah. (http://www.thepirateshouse.com/history.html)
Okay, now that you've gotten a very short intro to The Pirate's
House's sorted past, let's talk about ghosts. Our waiter told us that ghosts, or orbs, are found throughout The Pirate's House and can be seen in pictures. He showed us how to take pictures and told us just to walk around the rooms snapping away at nothing in particular because the ghosts could be anywhere. How could we resist doing this? Of course we all whipped out our cameras and started clicking away then comparing images in *hopes* of finding something. The problem
is that we were not experts and didn't know what we were looking for because it's not like the image would look like Casper and be really obvious. The one image I have that might (or might not) have *something* shown in it is quite if-y. It might be dust speckles, a dirty window, or a pirate ghost. Booooo, hooooo, hoooo, hoooo.
Happy Birthday, James!