It has been five years since I set foot there and some 17 years since its incarnation. TACS was tucked away in the back Seibert Park in an area rarely traveled…by others. Heavily wooded with a babbling brook running from one end to the other, tranquil, and a creatively inspiring hotspot. Four of us founded the group as an exclusive artist colony, taking the first letter from each of our names for its moniker. Tim, Adam, Chris, and Susie. Later a fifth member Alison joined, fortunately, her first initial mirrored my own. Every day after school we’d meet at Tim’s and drive up to the park. Photography, reading poetry, painting with watercolors, and writing were all activities enjoyed by the members. 
Saturday, October 16, 2010
A Return to TACS
It has been five years since I set foot there and some 17 years since its incarnation. TACS was tucked away in the back Seibert Park in an area rarely traveled…by others. Heavily wooded with a babbling brook running from one end to the other, tranquil, and a creatively inspiring hotspot. Four of us founded the group as an exclusive artist colony, taking the first letter from each of our names for its moniker. Tim, Adam, Chris, and Susie. Later a fifth member Alison joined, fortunately, her first initial mirrored my own. Every day after school we’d meet at Tim’s and drive up to the park. Photography, reading poetry, painting with watercolors, and writing were all activities enjoyed by the members. 
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Hm, I never heard about TACS ... interesting.
You never heard about it because it was a subversive group full of hippies without jobs.
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