When I moved here from Santa Barbara more than two decades ago, a kind friend from the East Coast warned me that Charleston’s a drinking town and I had better know about “brown liquor.” Huh? I was just turning 30 and couldn’t tell you the difference between bourbon and Scotch. At the time, it was rather intimidating, but that bit of advice makes me laugh to this day.
The tick of the clock on New Year’s Eve ushers in 2024, and a reminder that I’m nearing a quarter century living in our fair city. It’s astounding to reflect on how much Charleston has changed in those almost 24 years. Back in 2000, I lived in Wagener Terrace, and my commute home took me up Morrison Drive well before the area received the unfortunate moniker “NoMo.” I often wondered why that stretch, so close to the Cooper River, remained rather blighted and industrial. Of course, I was fresh from the West Coast and just getting to know the lay of the land.