The wake at the Savannah Golf Club was extraordinary and very Sonny-like in every respect. It would have touched him warmly. He would have approved of everything … except the bill …
At a time like this, I am moved to recall a scene in Western North Carolina, with which I am familiar, where a Southern planter, an agribusiness titan who passed away, and his status warranted the presence of a Bishop.
When the Bishop showed up, the local minister who, shall we say, was not a man of letters, summoned the bishop and said. Look a Heah Bishop, we want you to do the sermon, I’m gonna do the eurology.