It’s not that I dislike my hometown. I’m a fan of being from a place...and as far as Places To Be From go, Columbia, South Carolina is a good one.It’s just that, as an adult, I spent almost ten years bowing at the altar of Place. Thought it would make me a better artist to have deep roots in the red clay and sand of my sweltering hometown.
But rooted to the spot is not always a good place for an artist. Wasn’t for me, anyway. The Columbia of my mid-twenties and thirties became a place to not do what I really wanted to do.
Today I am in Columbia again. Not to live, but...for a season...to work, to think, to wait.
Makes me a nervous. Eyes peeled for kudzu vines that would snag.
Wait! What’s that?
The crack of shoulder pads at the Brice!
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