Greenville was pretty boring when we lived in Spartanburg for five years. The only time we'd go to Greenville is to party or eat. We went to a club on Pelham Road that always had good entertainment. One night we'd had a few too many and got up on stage with Percy Sledge and started dancing to "When a Man Loves a Woman." He thought it was funny and invited us to his dressing room.
We'd also go to a fish camp there called The Old Mill Stream. I think it's no longer open, as is true for that club.
Other than that, we escaped the Greenville-Spartanburg area about every other weekend and drove to Atlanta where we could shop the right way, dine in style, and stay with and visit Mom.
I went to a conference in Greenville a few years ago and thought I would claw my eyeballs out because it was so boring. I mean, it gave me an anxiety attack. I ended up driving to Spartanburg and staying at our best friends' house. They are such grand hosts, she is an excellent cook, and randomly her children who are my godchildren drop by, which is a nice treat.
Sorry if I have offended anyone who lives in Greenville or Spartanburg, but I just love living near my hometown Atlanta.
Oh, yeah, what we liked the most about Spartanburg is after church on Sunday afternoons taking a picnic lunch, driving up I-26 to the Blue Ridge Parkway, and enjoying the beauty of nature. Our best friends' parents have a 30-something-acre compound with several houses in Flat Rock, next to the Carl Sandburg estate. We have had some great parties there.