Going South March 27, 2015 by Guest on Commentary, Opinion Leslie and I walk from our rented bungalow on Carpenter Street in Brunswick, Ga., as far as Egmont Street. The mid-March drizzle turns into a steady rain. Several “For Sale” signs mark Victorian era houses, some in San Francisco multi-colors: green dormer shingles, yellow trim, blue shingles, red front door. Camellias are blooming. Red bud and azaleas are beginning to show, and there are lots of other shrubs I can’t identify. The real estate agents listed on the “For Sale” signs are women, reminding me of the full-page real estate ads in the Golden Isles magazines showing columns of winking agents.