Columbia, S.C.
My Hometown
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Where I grew up. Home of Hootie and the Blowfish. Also where you'll find: |
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So I grew up in Columbia, in walking distance of US 1 and in hearing distance of the firing ranges and troop maneuvers at Fort Jackson. In fact one of the most eerie sounds I've ever heard in my entire life was the sound of military cadence, from a distance, on an otherwise completely silent morning... The story: |
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On rare occasions when I was awake and outside at, say 6:00 AM (be assured this was the exception, not the rule) I could sometimes hear the faint voices of perhaps a hundred troops, chanting/singing cadence as part of some march or drill or morning run, a barely-perceptible sound rolling towards me in waves, seeping through a thousand pine trees making the voices rise and fall—skewed off-key like a warped record—giving a mysterious, other-worldly effect to the sound. The very first time I heard this I initially even thought it was my imagination, but no, there it was again... It comes and goes with the shifting breeze, but unmistakably it's an actual sound. I could then only imagine a terrible coven practicing some unholy ceremony or ritual in a nearby glade; I suddenly felt like an embattled Young Goodman Brown alone in an evil forest... I'd never been so spooked, so haunted, outside in my own yard, in broad daylight no less! Hair standing on end, I ran back inside the house and turned on the TV good and loud. (And never became a morning person like my dad.) |
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What's Cool in Columbia
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What's Cool in Columbia
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snow
in Columbia?
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2001