Paul and I made our annual trek to the Anderson Jockey Lot. We always try to take a newbie with us – someone not yet immersed in southern flea market culture. Lately this has been a new faculty member at Furman, and this year was no different. Karen Buckmeuller was our victim this time. She couldn’t convince her new husband, Herman Holt, to come along with us. Several others were also supposed to go with us, but wimped out, too.
As I’ve learned, the denizens of the Jockey Lot get very nervous around cameras, and with good reason. We saw several less-than-legal items for sale. I was still able to snap a few shots, though. Most useful was the little Sansa Clip recorder. I clipped it to my shirt and left it recording the entire time we were there. I got some fascinating conversations. I’ve edited it down to the best clips and added a little background music, then posted it to Boomp3.com. It’s about six minutes long.
After a fitful night of sleep I got up early and headed to our rendevous point – Mars Old Field Landing on the Edisto River. Our plan was to rendezvous at the put-in at 8:00 and paddle down to Givhan’s Ferry, about a 7 mile trip. We had originally planned to paddle from Colleton State … Continue reading Blackwater on the Edisto
It’s an interesting turn of circumstances. When we first got our kayaks we would run up to Lake Cunningham a couple of times a week to get some exercise and to relax. Then we moved into our current house, which is on a lake. Now we hardly ever paddle, even with ready access to water. … Continue reading Paddling Lake Cunningham
This was my first week of four long days of work and Fridays off. This particular Friday I decided to get a jump start on the Father’s Day weekend and run down to see my father. One thing I inherited from my dad is a love of rambling. Our family has some legendary tales of … Continue reading Father’s Day Rambles
Our neighborhood and district are staunchly Republican. So much so that there often isn’t a Democrat opponent in the general election. Therefore, if we are to have any say in who represents us, we have to hold our noses and vote in the Republican primaries. This has had some interesting side effects. We get multiple … Continue reading Who’s Gonna Clean Up After All These Elephants??
When I hear the phrase “New Orleans Riverfront”, the river that springs to mind is NOT the Congaree. Nonetheless, that’s where I found myself for dinner for my first night in Columbia. The New Orleans Riverfront Restaurant turned out to be a nice find away from the hustle of the Altavista madness in downtown. Atmosphere … Continue reading New Orleans Riverfront Restaurant
After my brief side trip to Freedom Weekend Aloft, I continued my trek southward in search of ghost towns. I had mapped out a series of towns and villages that might be potential targets, starting with Owings, near where I grew up. What I had thought to be abandoned buildings were anything but. When I … Continue reading Ghost Towns – Rethinking a Project
Bodie Ghost Town When one hears the words "Ghost town", one usually conjures up images of an abandoned prospectors’ town somewhere out west, similar to the picture of Bodie, California seen above. However, South Carolina has its fair share of ghost towns. While tumbleweeds and swinging saloon doors may not provide the scenery for the … Continue reading Ghost Towns of South Carolina