A Letter to The Willcox from an Old Friend
It is Christmas time in Aiken. That is a delightful thing. Colder weather is sweeping in and thus, the inviting fireplaces of The Willcox beckon.
And for a little bit longer, I am ensconced in the embrace of her most comfortable cocoon. I am happy to stake out my ground and declare she is special, charming and an enchanting top of the hospitality heights. The Willy is, simply put, iconic.
I have grown to know her well. For over a decade, I have, from often time to time, camped out here while at work, while in trial, while writing my books, while simply seeking some ‘down time’ and rest. I admit, when here, I luxuriate in her manifold and many comforts. Her food and drink, her people are all just easily beyond fine. Good humor and good manners and good conversation abound.
Her ambiance is Southern unique. She is a throwback time warp, the transfer portal to a proper touch serendipity and a just right, comfortable hedonism. When here, I am a happy sybarite, and she helps my brain calm and work thoughtfully.
Surely, you say, surely you exaggerate.
No, not at all, not in the least. She is, flatly put, a gem.
-E. Vernon F. Glenn, Author, Attorney & Raconteur
