This was a good read. I was, at one time, a migrant to the South. This happened in 1990, when I opted to move to Knoxville, Tenn. for a job, instead of Santa Barbara, which is four hours north of my hometown.
I moved to K-town because I figured that I could get more for my money, which was true. I was also 25 years old at the time and rather sheltered. But I had a very kind editor-in-chief who wouldn't tolerate any overt b.s.
K-town doesn't have a particularly large black population, it was roughly 9% at the time I was there. That's because East Tennessee was Union territory during the Civil War days.
Three years later, I moved to Charlotte. I liked Charlotte, but the job didn't like me
and I was forced to move back to California, and a year later, moved to Las Vegas for five years. I'm a reporter -- journalism jobs aren't easy to come by.
I enjoyed the South (even though I couldn't find a man down there
) but I'm a Californian and love being back here, insane housing costs be dayumed.
