Southern Circuit in the news

Hello Filmmakers and Southern Circuit Tour followers!

I wanted to share this link to a Times-Journal article that was published recently about a Southern Circuit film, Awake My Soul, which will be on tour in March.

"Sacred Harp hits big screen again"

Look out for Matt Hinton's introduction appearing on the blog soon!

Do No Harm at Carson Newman College, Jefferson City, TN

I was having trouble posting photos earlier, so I split this up into two posts. Susanne and I went exploring Jefferson City and Morristown. Kim Stapleton, who runs The Minnis House B&B, where we stayed, was so generous in giving us her advice and suggestions. The Minnis House is a beautiful old home that the Stapletons have completely restored. It's got their history and its own mixed together and was a great way to feel like we were at home. Kim pointed us to a well right across the highway from the house where Mr. Houston, who has since passed away, once cured his kidney disease by only drinking this water. Since then, people come from all over the area to fill up their water jugs because of it's healing power. Some people say they've never had cavities, or been seriously ill.


Then, we headed over to Panther Creek Park for a hike around Cherokee Lake, a huge lake just 15 minutes away. That was spectacular. For two old friends this was a magical day - we got to spend some time outside together (we never get to do that - we're usually in the editing room together) and really got to know town.


After the hike we drove into Morristown, which is a great old town, and Karen Borchert, a local minister and wife of Mark Borchert, joined us for lunch. We told Mark later that she is truly the nicest person we have ever met.

Do No Harm at Carson Newman College, Jefferson City, TN

Last night's screening at Carson Newman College was exciting. There were a lot of film students there, some of whom are about to create their own films. We spent some time with them after the screening hearing about their film ideas and talking about process. We also shared equipment...here are their photos...









We hope that they'll share their films with us and stay in touch.

Do No Harm at the B.B. King Museum

the old gin mill

























after the screening

Here are a few photos from the museum and our drive yesterday -

Do No Harm at the B.B. King Museum

Last night we screened at the B.B. King Museum in Indianola, which is such a beautiful space and exhibit. It was a great start of the tour for me, since I had just joined Susanne in the Delta yesterday afternoon. The drive to the museum took us through farm country, and I'm fascinated by agricultural structures and machines, so I spent the whole time wanting to stop and take pictures. (We didn't have time for much but I have a few that I'll post.) The museum is a combination of modern architecture and a restored old gin mill. I've always loved B.B. King's music but never knew that he was on his own from the time he was 14 years old. It was so moving to see images of his life and to hear him speak, and really an honor that the film was screened there.


Erin Mulligan and Ann Shackelford were great hosts, and after the screening, we all went next door to the Gin Mill Galleries and got to know some of the people who attended the screening. Two of them were former Teach for America teachers who had fallen in love with the Delta and stayed.


We eventually swung back towards Greenwood with some friends from Oxford who met us there. We had a great dinner at Lusco's, a restaurant that was established in the 1930's. We sat at a table in it's own room with a curtain and a bell to call the waitress. It was hilarious, and we were given the heads up by our new friends that sometimes you can hear some fairly interesting conversations from the other tables if you stay pretty quiet. But of course, we would never do that...Greenwood is a great town, and we loved walking around there.


This morning we were a little bleary from a late night and yesterday's travel, and we took a little unintended detour on the way to the airport, almost missing our flight to Memphis. Wouldn't be a road trip without a drive to a defunct airport. But we made it and are now just outside Jefferson City, staying at a fun B&B - the Minnis House Bed and Breakfast.

Meet Rebecca Schanberg

(Schanberg with Bagnato from her film Do No Harm)

Welcome Rebecca Schanberg to the Southern Circuit Tour of Independent Filmmakers! She will be joining the tour with her film, Do No Harm, on Saturday, February 19, 2011 at the B.B. King Museum in Indianola, Mississippi. The film will start at 4:00 p.m.

Rebecca Schanberg who received a BA from Stanford University, has worked as director of corporate philanthropy at Polo Ralph Lauren. There she helped to create and run the company’s “Pink Pony Campaign.” She also worked as a team leader and program designer for City Year, a national urban peace corps. Do No Harm is her first directorial project.

Do No Harm screened last night at the Smithgall Arts Center in Gainesville

Last night’s screening of Do No Harm took place at The Arts Council Smithgall Arts Center in Gainesville, GA. The center, a former train depot, was built at a time in the south when there were separate entrances marked with the signs “White” and “Colored.” Those entryways are now encased in glass mirror and have become one of the renovated walls of the Art Center’s theater space where the film was screened. But the south’s painful legacies of slavery and the Confederacy are not far in the past, it seems. Stories in the local and national papers these past few days have reported the controversial upcoming celebration of Jefferson Davis’ inauguration 150 years ago and locally the removal of a faculty painting from the Gainesville State College gallery for it’s depiction of the Confederate flag with Klansmen and a lynching in the background. Excuse my editorializing here but I felt I had to comment. I think the fact that it was a painting at the college that sparked the debate reminded me of the power of art to be provocative and generate discussion (often heated, as the headline stated) around difficult subjects. Segue to the screening of Do No Harm last night and we see another side of the arts, this time our film, with very different subject matter, that was the catalyst generating debate. This time the discussion took place around issues of health care reform and the unethical billing practices of some non-for-profit hospitals. I have to say how proud I am to be representing the Kindling Group’s Do No Harm, and my colleague, the film’s Producer-Director, Becca Schanberg, at these first stops of the Southern Circuit Filmmakers tour. As I watch the film again, I am also reminded of the courage of our main characters, Dr. John Bagnato and Charles Rehberg when they came forward and exposed these unethical billing practices.

A special thanks to the Art’s Center, Gladys Wyant, Dr. Marker and the students of Gainesville State College for a terrific evening. I also enjoyed meeting and talking to the board of directors yesterday afternoon and being able to promote the film on the Afternoon Show with George Mason Dixon and BJ Williams.

On a much, much lighter note, I learned that Gainesville is not only the poultry capital of the world (ok Mr. Purdue, quit your clucking, that’s what I was told) but was also named the hospitality center of the world, based on it’s hosting of the 1996 Olympics rowing events.

Susanne Suffredin

Do No Harm

Do No Harm screens at the Madison-Morgan Cultural Center

Last night was the first screening of Do No Harm for the Southern Circuit Tour and it couldn't had started at a more stunning location, the Madison-Morgan Cultural Center. Built in 1895, it originally served as a public school until 1957.

We screened in The Theatre ( makes sense) which was originally the auditorium for the school. All wood and beautifully restored, you could picture the school master standing on stage quietly waiting for all books and pencils to be put away before he or she would begin. Flash forward to 2011 and Do No Harm is now on stage with a wonderful crowd of ardent arts supporters in the audience.

I want to thank Dina Glardon and Judy Barber and everyone one else who helped last night for hosting such a nice event including refreshments and a reception after in a beautiful arts and crafts furnished room off the stage of the theater. There I met local patrons including a reporter who covered the White House during the Nixon era, a man who grew up in Albany and several transplants from Chicago, my home town. It was a lively crowd, open about their politics and the issues they support and I really enoyed talking with them all. I was particularly interested in how a film about a town in Georgia would be received in Georgia. As one person said, if they didn't like it, they would have already left. Since I didn't see anyone head for the exit, I 'd say that was a general thumbs up. Thank you South Arts and Madison-Morgan Cultural Center for supporting the work of independent filmmakers. On to Gainesville.

Susanne Suffredin

Do No Harm

ABEL RAISES CAIN's Alabama adventure (cont'd)

My dad and I had no idea that we were about to discover paradise just a few short miles from the Piggly Wiggly. It was our second free day while on tour and so I had booked us a room at a bed and breakfast I found online. I knew right away that I had picked a gem as soon as we drove down the windy road to the Quaint on Brooklyn Bed & Breakfast.


Taking in the sight of this idyllic inn perched on a hilltop overlooking a beautiful farm, we were greeted by a funny little dog, named Burt, followed by his owner, Don.


Well, Burt was just the opening number as we would soon meet the rest of the animal cast, consisting of peacocks, bunnies, horses, and ducks. It was magical. When I described the place to my friends, they thought that I was either severely dehydrated and lacking fluids or hallucinating.


From the front porch the following morning, I watched the sunrise and soaked in the sight and sounds of the farm animals waking up. The haunting cry of peacocks rose above the clucking hens and muted clamor of the ducks while Burt barked at the resident horses.


Now I've never been a horse person. But on that particular morning, with the mist rising, all alone on the farm with just the animals and me, I felt like I was dreaming when I wandered over to an open grassy area in my pajamas and two beautiful honey-colored horses galloped toward me. Startled at first because there was no fence separating us, my instinct was to "play dead." And so I stood still as they took turns sniffing me, their giant fluttering nostrils tickling my hands. I soon relaxed into the newfound friendship with a giddy glee. The sense of trust was mutual. And from that moment on, my life would never be the same.


On the road again, it was hard to leave paradise. My dad and I were already reminiscing about the delicious home-cooked dinner Don and Carmen made for us the night before. What memorable folks, and what a cool place. Definitely worth a return trip to Alabama!


Although we were on a tight time crunch, this didn't stop me from pulling over to snap a photo of an old cafe sign, rusting but still standing proud along the desolate Alabama state road.



My dad was watching the clock and getting nervous. We didn't want to keep the crowd at the Jules Collins Smith Museum waiting.


It turned out to be a fun screening, attended by students and older folks alike. Special thanks to Scott Bishop and Debbie for hosting us. And to the eager and inquisitive bunch of students I had the pleasure of meeting afterwards, you guys were an inspiration and truly made my night!


Waking up the next morning, I peered out the window through blurry eyes. The view from our hotel room of the Auburn University campus was a continuation of the dreamlike experience I seemed to be having while exploring the South. In my half-sleep state, all I could see was a beckoning castle amidst the clouds at dawn. Tupelo, MS was our next stop, marking the halfway point of the tour. Was Mississippi ready for the weird world of Alan Abel and the man himself? We would soon find out.

Location:Auburn, AL

Meet Susanne Suffredin

Welcome Susanne Suffredin to the Southern Circuit Tour of Independent Filmmakers! Her first screening will be Tuesday, February 15, 2011 at the Madison-Morgan Cultural Center in Madison, Georgia. The screening begins at 7:00 p.m., so don’t miss a minute!

Susanne Suffredin has been editing feature and documentary films for 20 years. Working for Kartemquin Films, she served as post-production supervisor of Hoop Dreams and contributing producer and editor for 5 Girls, which aired on the PBS series P.O.V. in 2001. Recent editing credits include the feature films The Rest of Your Life, winner of the audience prize at the Angelciti Film Festival and Prefontaine, produced by Hollywood Pictures. Suffredin was also editor and post-production supervisor for the feature film Sacred Hearts, which screened at the New Directors series at the Lincoln Center. She edited A Doula Story (PBS 2005) for The Kindling Group, and is currently editing The Calling.

ABEL RAISES CAIN heads to Alabama

Crossing over into Mississippi, we were treated to the most unusual rest stop experience. A massive NASA Lunar Excursion Module loomed atop stilts over the parking lot (apparently this was the only trainer that the crew of unlucky Apollo 13 ever used). Inside the welcome center were dozens of elegant stage-lit ball room gowns, oil paintings and matching velvet-roped staircases that spiraled to nowhere. Everything was so grand, yet bizarre. As we were leaving with our free coffee, my dad reported that the men's room smelled like a dead raccoon. I guess there's always a spoiler.


Alabama creeped up faster than we expected, along with nightfall. As soon as we pulled into Fairhope, a quaint coastal town on the Gulf, an eery feeling sunk in that it might be Christmas year round here.


There are Christmas displays in store windows and all of the trees are lit up downtown as if the holiday season is just around the corner...even though it's mid-February.


In Los Angeles, people leave their decorations up all year long, even in the blaring summer months. This may also be customary in Fairhope, but I'm afraid to ask anyone. It's as if we've stumbled onto the film set of Groundhog Day (except it's Christmas), Pleasantville and an episode of the Twilight Zone all wrapped into one!


The streets are completely empty. I imagine we're being watched and listened to, even in the quiet of our upstairs room at the Church Street Inn. This could be due to the portraits that perpetually stare, with eyes following your every move. Of course, these two hung near the bed where I slept.


The door to the bathroom creaks so loudly, I feel like Mr. Bean trying to dampen the sound of it. There are signs everywhere telling you what to do and how... "Leave this light on," "It is necessary to read this book upon arrival," "Flush as you go." It makes one a bit paranoid about breaking the 'rules' and then wondering what happens as a result.


While Nina, the host, was lovely (she runs the inn on behalf of the owners), I must say I'm pretty sure the place is haunted. I woke up to what sounded like the familiar strain of "It's a Small World After All," sung by little girls, far off in the distance through a tinny megaphone, followed by the echo of a domineering woman barking orders. I don't know if I imagined this strange snippet of audio or not. It was so fleeting and creepy. I really felt the need for us to get moving and on the road already. I was getting the willies.


On the way to Andalusia, AL, I was in hog heaven over the visual feast of oddities, relics of the past and the marquees that beckoned you to do things, like "Honk if you love Jesus." This was one of my Valentine's Day favorites...


While my dad went into the Piggly Wiggly, I amused myself by capturing the famous pig pointing to a 'sausage sale' sign. He's unknowing of his inevitable demise.


I love the sweet ironies of life! Just as much as I love being on the road and spending time with my crazy dad.

Location:Auburn, AL

WOODPECKER half-way through

Just hit the half-way point of the tour last night at Duke with a wonderful crowd sprinkled with numerous hardcore birders and piercing academic wits. Had to really stay on my toes for this q&a – an effort made that much more difficult by two glasses of red wine at the pre-screening reception inside Duke’s Center for Documentary Studies. Before that was Cullowhee, in the gorgeous mountains of lower Appalachia. Following a wild and crazy introduction by Jack Sholder (director of Nightmare on Elm Street 2 and The Hidden, among many many others), the West Carolina University crowd seemed to really enjoy the dark humor and existential absurdity of Jonny’s search. Speaking of wild and crazy, apparently some sort of brightly colored woodpecker was spotted at the screening itself (see images). At first the mysterious creature swirled above the crowd in very quick circles before momentarily perching itself right above the screen. The crowd whipped out their binoculars as I was reaching for my camera phone, but the bird quickly flew off, once again proving elusive. After the screening, one bystander in the lobby reported that the woodpecker took a bite out of its own cake on the way out (the nerve!) Before that was Clemson, where a full house of college students nurtured a very funny and lively q&a, and before that East Tennessee State University, where I met some folks that actually took part in the original search for the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker, which was pretty incredible. Before that was Memphis. Despite screening against the Superbowl (talk about counter-programming!) we got a great crowd of devoted birdwatchers and Indy cinephiles. As we shot a chunk of the film in Memphis and shot the rest of it just an hour east in Brinkley, Arkansas, this was as close as I’ve ever come to a “hometown” screening for the film, and thus it was a pretty special and unforgettable night for me. And finally, before that was Charleston, South Carolina, my very first stop on the tour and one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever been too (at least on this side of the world). So rich and mysterious and dreamy and I can’t wait to go back. It was Friday night at the College of Charleston, and we had a full house, sold a bunch of DVDs, and had a really really fun q&a. Next stop, Montgomery, Alabama, which people keep telling me is one of the South’s brightest jewels. This cranky Yankee can’t wait…

-- Alex Karpovsky, WOODPECKER

ABEL RAISES CAIN in Lafayette, LA

It doesn't seem possible that we've already spent a week on the road. Cypress swamps, anti-evolution billboards and hundred foot tall crosses marked the beginning of our trek to Lafayette from New Orleans.


We expected a large audience at our screening in Lafayette at the Acadiana Center for the Arts, as I had heard that 1000+ people would be attending ArtWalk and circulating throughout the building earlier in the day.


The plan was for my dad and I to go directly to ArtWalk so that we could pass out postcards and help publicize the film to folks as they meandered about. But after a day of driving, and our faster-than-the-speed-of-light trip through New Orleans, we were pooped and wanted to relax a bit before the screening.


So we napped and then had a lovely dinner at Belle's Bistro, just down the street from the arts center. When we arrived at the venue, we were warmly greeted by a bubbly, talented funny young woman and aspiring filmmaker, Crystal Place, our host for the evening.


I always go into screenings with a bit of trepidation. The gnawing question as pre-stage jitters set in, "Will people show up? Are they going to get the humor? Will they fall for the prank at the end of the film?"


I looked around and noticed that the lobby was completely empty, with no sign of the anticipated swarms of people we had hoped to see.


One peek inside the theater and I knew we were in trouble. Only a few seats were occupied. If it had been a smaller venue, it wouldn't have mattered really. But the meager turnout was accentuated by the fact there were a LOT of seats to fill, 300 to be exact! It seemed that the screening of ABEL RAISES CAIN was one of the best kept secrets in the city of Lafayette!


When we were first alerted by South Arts that we had been invited to tour with our film, my dad and I brainstormed the possibility of pulling a prank to help spread the word. But pulling a prank isn't as easy as putting a banana peel on the sidewalk...there is actual planning and pre-production along with recruiting people to help, setting up 'protests,' building a legitimate looking website (a la The Yes Men) and alerting the media. We just didn't have enough time or manpower.


Back in the 70s, my parents 'paid' people with hot cocoa and donuts to stand in line in the cold outside of the movie theater where they were screening their film. It attracted so much attention that they packed the house every night without fail.

But this was forty years ago and modern media consumption in the digital age has totally altered the habits of cinema goers, even those who consider themselves die-hard film junkies.


On with the show, my dad and I had a great time talking with the folks who came and answering their questions. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. And it was by far the coolest space we've ever screened the film. The projection and sound were both excellent. Special thanks to Dennis Thibodeaux, Crystal, and the staff who came to the screening!


While ABEL RAISES CAIN may continue to operate under the radar, we certainly have South Arts to thank for seeing the film's potential and for helping us share my father's life work with new audiences. People are even more overjoyed when my dad comes out from behind the curtain to appear as a surprise guest!

ABEL RAISES CAIN in New Orleans

I'm typing this blog entry with one finger, just as I have my other posts. This broken iPhone may be persnickety at times but, oh boy, when it works, it's magical. I think I slept well last night, but I'm not sure. I'm sitting with my coffee listening to a song bird chirping outside the kitchen window while my dad snores in the other room. And wherever we go, so goes the sound of that train somewhere off in the distance.



We stayed in a cute apartment that we sublet for the night. The Ursulines Retreat was on a beautiful tree-lined street in Bayou St. John. Eileen Julien of the New Orleans Afrikan Film Festival arranged the whole thing. A special thanks to Geoff and Karley for taking in two weirdos. It truly was lovely!



Our less than 24-hour stay in New Orleans was a tease of sorts. Like when you're starving and all you have is a tiny crumb to savor, I had never been to this city before. And it's impossible to explore its vast depth and rich history in so little time. From the bits and pieces I saw on this trip, it was a feast for the eyes. I fell in love with the colors and the architecture and the people we met. But there is so much healing to be done, aside from all the rebuilding.



The deep sadness and loss is beyond palpable. I was overrun with emotion as we transversed the city. Any which way you turn, the devastation is evident. Immense wealth clashes with poverty. Wrecked stores flank rebuilt ones. There is definitely a sense of hope, despite the tragedy, as members of the community whom we met remain strong and proud.

It was an honor to be welcomed by our warm and gracious hosts, Eileen Julien and Joseph Gaye. They are passionate about film and promoting the arts. They founded the New Orleans Afrikan Film Festival together. Their son, Lat Joor Awa, made an indelible impression on me. I could have spent hours talking and laughing with him. He was hilarious and charming and unlike any other 9-year old I've ever met. My only regret is that I didn't take a family portrait of this dynamic trio!

The screening at the Cafe Rose Nicaud was a hit. Thank you to the Gambit Weekly for promoting the event. A packed house usually guarantees a rowdy response to my father's antics. That's the fun part of playing the film to a live audience... laughter can be contagious!



My mind was blown when I realized that we weren't just screening the film inside the cafe. The image was simultaneously blown up and projected onto the building across the street! Outdoor speakers carried the sound so that passersby could watch and listen, too. It was crazy, brilliant, funny and another unprecedented presentation of ABEL RAISES CAIN!



Thank you so much to Ken and Melba Ferdinand, owners of the Cafe Rose Nicaud, for opening their doors to the weird world of the Abels, Bernard Productions for their fine technical support, and to Eileen and Joseph, who felt like old friends even after one meeting. It was a memorable night in a vibrant and eclectic city. And we will be back...



That's a promise and not a threat.

Location:New Orleans, LA

ABEL RAISES CAIN in Orangeburg, SC

When you're on tour and crossing state lines on a daily basis, it's easy to lose track of time and place. Every morning, my dad wakes up and asks me, "Now, where are we again?"



We're having fun driving around listening to big band music on satellite radio. The swinging old tunes from the 1940s follow us everywhere. Many of them take my dad back to the days when he was on tour playing drums as a teenager. Over the first few bars of Count Basie's "Jumpin' at the Woodside," he turned to me and remarked that he's only played that song 150,000 times.


I relished the irony when "Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition" came on because it seems there's no shortage of churches and gun shops along the back roads of the South.



Dilapidated structures are especially eye-catching to me. I know we're on a tight travel schedule, but I feel compelled to pull over and document their sad beauty.


The problem is that I'm experiencing some technical difficulties. The dying battery in my camera (which is actually an old iPhone that I inherited from my boyfriend and co-director, Jeff) only holds a charge for 30 seconds. So this adds a certain excitement and sometimes frustration to the journey. I have to jump from electrical outlet to car charger and remain plugged in if I want to grab more than one shot.



When it's not possible for me to stop the car or recharge, the abandoned gas stations, crazy billboards and colorful landscapes pop out at me and then blur as they grow distant in my rearview mirror.



When we arrived in Orangeburg, SC, of course we were lost. Google Maps can either be dead on or deadly. Luckily, we found our way to the museum director's house where we were staying that night, but we still managed to take the scenic route.


Ellen Zisholt's home is loaded with old radios, sculptures, paintings, masks, knick knacks and other cool stuff. I loved the room that I stayed in.



I admired Ellen's artistic taste and vision. She had the idea to screen films in the Planetarium itself at the I.P. Stanback Museum & Planetarium. Another unique presentation of the film while on the South Arts tour, ABEL RAISES CAIN screened on a domed ceiling! Audience members reclined horizontally while viewing the film. I was mesmerized by the image that wrapped in such a way that, when there was any sort of camera panning motion, it seemed as if the room was spinning. It was like a ride at the amusement park!



The Planetarium was packed almost to full capacity at about 85 attendees. Ellen and her colleagues (students, faculty and staff) went out of their way to make the event a success, including a post-screening party with punch and nachos.


But the night wouldn't have been complete without a trip to IHOP. I haven't eaten at one of these since I was a teenager. This wasn't just any IHOP... a few months back, a famous food fight occurred here between two women and someone shot video of it that went viral. We would have gone to Applebee's, but on Thursday nights, they turn it into a nightclub and supposedly hundreds of people wait on line to get in. It sounds unbelievable, I know.



Truth is stranger than fiction as we travel deeper into the South!

Location:Orangeburg, SC

ABEL RAISES CAIN at The Morris Museum of Art

You know how they say a picture is worth a thousand words? The opposite applies to a picture of the Rosemary Inn. You cannot do justice to this magnificent structure within the confines of two dimensions. The stately home with its grand columned entry and ornate wood-paneled interior was unreal and the latter would certainly make any beaver drool.


We stayed at Lookaway Hall, the mansion across the street from Rosemary Inn. Both 'houses' have a rich history and the story of their loving resurrection is as interesting and entertaining as the inn's two owners, Kelly and his wife, Diana, who went out of their way to make us feel at home.


Earlier in the day, we were racing against the clock to make it from Greenville, NC to Augusta, GA in time for the screening. It was something like 7 hours of driving time. My dad and I were delirious and suffering from car fever by the time we arrived at the museum. It was somewhat surreal when we pulled into the museum lot and noticed next door a perfectly preserved 1950s TV station, a relic of the past frozen in time.


I'm finally viewing ABEL RAISES CAIN through fresh eyes, from a more conservative viewpoint. Taking a look around at the older adults gathered to see the film, I wondered if my fears of offending another audience in Georgia would come true. My dad and I are like "The Gong Show" meets Lenny Bruce during the Q&A sessions. I never know when he's going to take it over the top and if we'll be escorted off stage as a result.


All in all, the reception to the movie was positive, although I did see one man with a sour expression hurrying out the door afterwards. The weird world of the Abels was perhaps a bit TOO weird for this particular gentleman. But the museum director, Kevin Grogan, seemed to be enjoying himself when I peeked over at him during the screening. That meant we were in the clear and wouldn't be arrested after all!


It's fun to show the film to college kids one night and then baby boomers and active seniors the next and receive an almost identical response (one that's filled with laughter).


My dad and I celebrated the evening with cold pizza and long hot baths in giant tubs in our respective rooms at the inn. On the road again in less than 24 hours, Orangeburg, SC here we come!

Location:Augusta, GA