Day 10: Winder
After a good night's sleep at the Crenshaw Inn in Auburn, I drove through Atlanta to the little town of Winder, Georgia, for my afternoon screening there. Winder struck me as a town that might have been on its way up before 2008, but is struggling now. My host, Cultural Director Don Wildsmith (aptly named) is dedicated to revitalizing the town through a lively arts program. He helped bring We Still Live Here and other Southern Circuit films to the beautiful Cultural Arts Center there.
Wonder of wonders, I found the Chatterrbox Cafe right there in
Winder! I always wondered where Garrison Keillor got that name for
his Lake Woebegone tales, and now I know.
The audience was small but wildly enthusiastic and appreciative, and I was glad to have visited Winder and to have met Don and others who are so dedicated to bringing the arts to their community.
After the screening, I set out at 5pm on a three hour drive from Georgia through South and North Carolina to Asheville to meet my brother Roger for dinner. I followed him home over the windy Appalachian mountain roads to stay at his home in Marshall, NC, with a night to rest up for my screening the next day 50 miles northwest in Tennessee.
The audience was small but wildly enthusiastic and appreciative, and I was glad to have visited Winder and to have met Don and others who are so dedicated to bringing the arts to their community.
Looking at the pictures now, I can see how tired I was getting by this point in
the journey. I had driven through six states; Winder would be my sixth
screening in nine days, with four more to go.
After the screening, I set out at 5pm on a three hour drive from Georgia through South and North Carolina to Asheville to meet my brother Roger for dinner. I followed him home over the windy Appalachian mountain roads to stay at his home in Marshall, NC, with a night to rest up for my screening the next day 50 miles northwest in Tennessee.
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