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Festivals Galore!

By Susan A. Sistare, produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project. If Spartanburg is your hometown, and you graduated from high school in an era when a Bluetooth was something you had to see your dentist for, you might be old enough to recall Spartanburg’s greatest annual festival: the Spring Fling! And ... that was pretty much it. And while the annual Spring Fling (funnel cakes and rides!) was som

Cycling Spartanburg, Year-Round, Day and Night

By P. L. Thomas, produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project. If you are visiting Spartanburg and happen to be driving at night in the city or country during those increasingly cooler months after the end of daylight savings time, you may see an unusual sight: small, white and blinking red lights approaching you slowly and seemingly unconnected along the road. No, Spartanburg is not home to close enc

Italian Eating

By Jan Scalisi , produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project. Updated for accuracy in July 2019. Sometimes, only a steaming plate of pasta and a glass of good red wine will do. A stroll along downtown Spartanburg’s Morgan Square has many enticing options, one of the most exciting being a beloved Italian restaurant that was once located on East Kennedy Street. It was truly a special day when Renat

Triple Tree Aerodrome

By Brad Wright, produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project. Updated for accuracy in May 2019. It’s a beautiful, early fall day as I make my way down Highway 221 to the Triple Tree Aerodrome near Woodruff. The sky is as clear as my expectations are hazy. I have never heard about this place in our community, yet it’s billed as the "Augusta National of Aviation.” I have no idea what I’m going to s

B-Cycle B-Fun!

By Susan A. Sistare, produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project. I’ll admit, when I first saw the row of cute little red bikes with baskets on them downtown, a twinge of nostalgia hit me. I used to ride one just like that when I lived in Osaka, Japan. I missed being able to scoot up to a little market and throw some fresh veggies in my basket, ding my little bell and wave to little old lady neighbors

The Cottonwood Trail

By Brad Wright, produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project. The heat radiates off the dark asphalt as I make my way down Andrews Farm Road. I feel like I’m running inside a convection oven. My pace has slowed considerably since my youthful days on the Spartan High Cross Country team, and I am already sweating profusely to compensate. Treading carefully down the edge of Woodburn Road, I make the turn