 I love that there was a boy from Easley who was brought to Greenville in the early 1960s to see a dentist. I love that the dentist was my grandfather.
I love that when that boy became a man, he took a call from his dentist, my father. A call inquiring if there were any jobs available at IPTAY for a skinny freshman boy who loved Clemson and was searching for where he would fit in on a large campus.
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It's 10:45am on an overcast Saturday morning in February. A spiral notepad slides across the passenger seat as I steer my truck left onto Laurens Road. The nervous energy of third grade girls playoff basketball has been replaced this morning with the nervous excitement of my first solo Not My Boys research assignment. I am on the search to unlock one of tax season's greatest mysteries...what do the dancing human billboards have on their music playlists? Yes, you read that right. I am en route to interview the people who stand in front of the tax service offices holding signs dressed in some form of costume.
 We here at NMB are always looking for a new opportunity to collect an additional 103 pageviews as we try to expand outside the city limits. So on a random Thursday, we struck out for a 60-mile round trip to the most famous city in Spartanburg County – Spartanburg – for a twofer. Specifically, dinner at the Nu-Way Lounge and dessert in the form of a Zion Williamson dunk clinic.
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