From Christopher Dickey, the author of "Our Man in Charleston: Britain's Secret Agent in the Civil War South" and "Securing the City," this site provides updates and footnotes on history, espionage, terrorism, fanaticism, policing and counterinsurgency linked to Dickey's columns for The Daily Beast and his other writings; also, occasional dialogues, diatribes, and contributions from friends.
You and I have quite a bit in common, to a point. My family moved to Dunwoody, Georgia in 1965 when I was nine years old. I grew up in Dunwoody and ultimately left Georgia to attend Washington and Lee. The difference, I suppose, is that I returned to Georgia and law school and practice, now in Griffin.
Oddly, between graduation from W&L and law school at UGA, I had an odd experience in which I met your father. In the summer after college graduation, I was working as a morning room service waiter at the Terrace Garden Inn on Lennox Road in Atlanta. For two consecutive mornings, I served breakfast to your father in his room. You don't know how disconcerting it is for an English major to deliver breakfast to one of the writers he has read in college. Quite a shock to your morning. And not the time of day or place for a conversation.
Anyway, I was reading your article about the disappearance of the Old South in Newsweek and thought I would relay that little story to you via your blog.
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Dear Mr. Dickey:
You and I have quite a bit in common, to a point. My family moved to Dunwoody, Georgia in 1965 when I was nine years old. I grew up in Dunwoody and ultimately left Georgia to attend Washington and Lee. The difference, I suppose, is that I returned to Georgia and law school and practice, now in Griffin.
Oddly, between graduation from W&L and law school at UGA, I had an odd experience in which I met your father. In the summer after college graduation, I was working as a morning room service waiter at the Terrace Garden Inn on Lennox Road in Atlanta. For two consecutive mornings, I served breakfast to your father in his room. You don't know how disconcerting it is for an English major to deliver breakfast to one of the writers he has read in college. Quite a shock to your morning. And not the time of day or place for a conversation.
Anyway, I was reading your article about the disappearance of the Old South in Newsweek and thought I would relay that little story to you via your blog.
Tom Baynham
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