When I lived in Greenville from 1997 to 2000, it was on the cusp of what it has since become - a thriving, New South Mecca. Pigeons still flew in and out of the broken windows of the abandoned Poinsett Hotel back then, and cars still drove along Camperdown Bridge, the Reedy River hidden below. But you could sense possibility along the sidewalks of Main like a wound coil, becoming less Bob Jones and more Max Heller by the day. Cheers to Max, and cheers to Greenville.
When I lived in Greenville from 1997 to 2000, it was on the cusp of what it has since become - a thriving, New South Mecca. Pigeons still flew in and out of the broken windows of the abandoned Poinsett Hotel back then, and cars still drove along Camperdown Bridge, the Reedy River hidden below. But you could sense possibility along the sidewalks of Main like a wound coil, becoming less Bob Jones and more Max Heller by the day. Cheers to Max, and cheers to Greenville.
Hear hear! Love your vivid descriptions!