Words and wisdom rise from the pungent pluff mud …
 
           The South Carolina Lowcountry was influenced by pluff mud long before any humans ate bivalves at what became known as Oyster Point, the tip of the Charleston peninsula. Longtime residents and visitors understand quickly how pluff mud surrounds us and unites us, which is why it became the name of the column that is the foundation of this book. Please email cwaring@charlestonmercury.com to arrange for shipping.
            The adventures of David Farrow and yours truly/Charles Waring, aka “the wretch,” are included in the pages of The Best of the Pluff Mud Chronicles and our topics range from debutante parties to drinking habits to sailing from Sullivan’s Island to the history behind Carolina Day.
            Readers will pull this volume from the shelf to get in the Christmas spirit and hear the echo of laughter at cocktail parties of long-gone Lowcountry characters who put a lot of spice into our lives; then be today’s characters. You have the smell of pluff mud in your nostrils; go and live large. — CWWIII