I ran away from home in the summer of 2000 to write and research this book. So, to those I left behind in Atlanta—Tom, Katie, and Andy—I send a thousand thanks and kisses and hugs. And to those who helped me find a temporary home in Savannah—more of the same. Jacky Blatner Yglesias and Polly Powers Stramm offered food, friendship, estate sales, and invaluable connections. Jan and Jay Bradley were the world’s most gracious landlords. Anne Landers and the Ardsley Park supper club gave me more than they’ll ever know—including the recipe for crawfish cakes with remoulade. And the Wednesday night “needlers” at Twiggs of Savannah kept me in stitches—literally. Thanks are also due to Chatham district attorney Spencer Lawton and the deputies of the Chatham correctional institute, who locked me up for authenticity’s sake. Any errors, misrepresentations, or outright mistakes are my own fault and not theirs.