more for Les

It happens to everyone...you're walking around Downtown Greenville, perhaps enjoying a gelato as you stroll down by Reedy River Falls, and you're wearing ridiculously cute shoes (of course). The problem with this seemingly fabulous afternoon is that when you finally get home and kick off your REACTION by Kenneth Cole canvas peep-toe wedges, you notice that the insides of your shoes aren't very clean. In fact, they're just ever so slightly disgusting. Since you're not planning on wearing socks with these shoes any time in the future, that means you have to stick your clean toes back inside to swim around in icky shoe grime. It also means that the next time you wear these shoes, it's likely to get worse.

It's already back-to-school time, which means fall is just around the corner. And you know what happens when fall is just around the corner? End of summer shoe sales! It's the perfect time of year to scoop up those adorable designer shoes you've been eying since June. But why stop there when you can get sandals and ballet flats too!

Nestled in a dark corner on Dunbar Street in Downtown Spartanburg, the Lemon Peel seems almost like buried treasure. The shop's entrance is hidden in a tiny nook beneath some ivy and would be almost invisible if it weren't for the sandwich board out on the sidewalk welcoming passers by and declaring upcoming sales that seem too good to be true.

I keep waiting…

for something better something worse something different anything different

for inspiration for power for money for fame for independence from love for death for life

for a chance to make something of myself for my destiny for god for you…

When Bob Showalter and Ed Connolly began writing "Threads of Hope," their main objective was to recreate mill life in Spartanburg County in the 1930s. The idea came to the playwrights over dinner one night as they were thinking about Spartanburg and all the mill closings in the area.

Whoever said love isn’t easy never fell in love with you

It was so easy I fell before I thought this whole thing through

The timing’s all wrong

And I know it’s taboo

And my friends don’t get why I spend so much time with you

They only have to ask me why I do

‘Cause I fall every day in love with you

“They say it’s the best kept secret in Spartanburg,” remarked Jack Wesley, a Java Jive patron, “but everybody comes here, so I don’t know what’s so secret about it.”

The “secret” by now is certainly out on Java Jive, the coffee-house and café at the corner of Daniel Morgan Avenue and Ezell Boulevard. Opened almost five years ago, it is frequented by long-time residents and newcomers alike.

kiss me when the rain falls down outside your bedroom door,
watch for fairies on the clouds and dancing on the shore,
make a wish on falling leaves and grab me by the hand,
no matter what I feel inside I know you understand.

never let them take away your fantasies and dreams,
always keep your eyes open for starlight and moonbeams,
don't fret about the monsters that hide underneath your bed,
the only monsters that are real are all inside your head.

now say goodnight to all the stars and count them one by one,
we've made it once again my sweet; another day is done.