Hello, my Creatures!
Most of you have realized by now, that On the Couch takes place in the city of Savannah, Georgia. I’m fairly familiar with it, as I went to college there and then lived there for several years after I’d graduated. It’s a strange town with a special kind of “weird” that I’ve never experienced anywhere else. Savannah’s got the only kind of eccentricity that can only come with age. Savannah’s an OLD town. The buildings downtown are old (pre-civil war in many cases), the trees are old (when I draw one of the parks as a veritable jungle with parking meters sticking up in the backgrounds, I swear, it’s not very far from the truth.), and a lot of the traditions and mentalities are old (for better or, in some cases, for worse.). Savannah’s big on preserving its history and seemingly as a result, it’s gotten a little quirky.
The tunnels I’ve mentioned in the Couch comic are, indeed, based in fact. Sort of. Any number of local folks will tell you that the city’s underground is laced with a network of secret, haunted tunnels (at least these were some of the rumors I was fed on a number of occasions while in school). Personally, I don’t think there’s a whole lot of truth in that. Savannah’s not even 50 feet above sea level and it’s not that far away from the ocean, so the idea of a vast underground labyrinth isn’t particularly credible. Parts of the city would be caving in all over itself every time it rained.
HOWEVER. When Jazz mentions that it was only ONE tunnel used for yellow fever victims, that bit’s true. It’s a much shorter tunnel, though.
That’s all your Savannah history for now, and as always: thanks for reading!
