September 08, 2012
Seventeen years ago, on September 7, 1995, we opened our doors. We had a tiny collection of folk art we'd gathered from around the South. At the end of that first day we gathered in the gallery with a few good friends for a celebratory beer. A big storm blew in and all hell broke loose. The windows upstairs blew out and rainwater began running down our walls. A tree across the street was struck by lightning and exploded. One of its branches landed next to a friend's car, damming the water in the gutter and flooding his car. The giant pink bunny that sat atop our neighbor's sign blew off and rolled down the street. Always good to start off with a bang, right?
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