For the last year I had the opportunity to learn how to play the carillon on Clemson’s campus. Like Quasimodo, I would climb the famed clocktower to play the bells for everyone in earshot.
I always tell people that while I may be a first-generation Clemson student, I am a third generation Clemson fan.
That’s right, my family has been loyal to a little college in the South Carolina Upstat…
