SMALL, BEAUTIFULLY MOVING PARTS does Clemson right

Day Two report: Daisy and I had breakfast in Augusta and then hit the road for Clemson. We knew not that our road was so lean --- 28 West is a solitary place, spotted only by a derelict barn here and a Subway sandwich outlet there. I saw a sign pointing toward the grave site for the "Long Cane Massacre," which I learned later was a Cherokee uprising in the late 1700s against British settlers in South Carolina. A Calhoun daughter, age 5, was kidnapped and lived with the tribe for twelve years. Calhoun is a prominent name in town, a famous son turned Vice President and Secretary of War; one who defended slavery.

We dined tonight at the Taco Titan (I could have this wrong, but it's right in spirit) -- good Mexican food for such a small town -- and headed with host Amy Monaghan of the English Dept to the Hendrix Student Center. "Jimi?" I asked. "No. We wish."

Amy had corralled an impressive number of students to the screening, and it was refreshing to have a young audience in their 20s. As our film features a pregnant woman, we sometimes don't see that younger demographic, and tonight many undergraduate men had excellent questions about the themes of our film. This crowd was not nearly as interested in how we made it but in what it all meant. I tried to nudge them toward answering for themselves.

After the screening we had a beer at Nick's in Clemson with Amy and her very funny husband / English Dept Professor Jonathan Field, plus Suzanne and Daniel, their recently-graduated local pals. The photo of the entire group is on my dying-now-dead iPhone, whose beloved charger is still in Augusta. Argh! I'll have to post that one later. 

Tomorrow we head to Gainesville, GA. More soon.