Could she have been a former school teacher?  Maybe.   A controlling wife-type?  Possibly.  ………….Or perhaps she is the current Queen & Ruler of the distant Planet, SpellinBeaZanium.  THAT is more likely.

You see, the other day, a proper lady walks in to TOAST for breakfast.  She summons the Manager (my dear friend Sharon) and asks if she is in “Charge” around here.  Sharon, thinking the woman meant the restaurant aforementioned….. responds politely,  “Well…..Yes m’am.  I’m in charge here.”

The Lady reaches into her very stylish handbag, announces that she is from Connecticut, and has noticed a few errors that she would like to bring to the Boss’ attention.  So be it.  She produces a small sheet a paper,  from a Connecticut notebook, on which….. she has recorded and transcribed those shocking, and deplorable, transgressions.

There appears to be a misspelling on the sign at the Poyas-Mordecai House, as well as one at the Scots Presbyterian Church.   Yes.  Two words spelled wrong, on signs, on Historic Meeting  Street.

HOLD the PHONE Gertrude!!!  STOP the PRESSES!  Don’t move another DANG inch.  How could Charleston have made it through several city fires, the Revolutionary and the Civil War, not to mention a series of earthquakes and hurricanes….. ALL this time with…. with such blunders and fallacies right on THIS VERY street?

The genteel lady from the north thought “someone” should be alerted.  Thank you Lady.  I am alerting.

Yes, Sharon brought the little sheet of paper over to my table, as a gift of ALL gifts.

Of course, I had to verify….  before I alerted.  And as you can see, Miss Connecticut, was quite thorough in her transcriptions.  I think the whole New Englander thing is simply a ruse, buy the way.  Again, it is my contention that she a Ruler from another Planet, dropping by for a teeny visit, some coffee, and a bowl of grits.   Her kingdom for a Dictionary.  “Take me to your Leader.”

And somebody help us down here… this is too looney for even me to conjure up……..