...which made the loud rap at the window even more startling. I am in southern Mississippi and this woman must think I am in danger, or lost, or simply confused. The fact that I am parked on the side of the road with a six foot black woman at the wheel probably initiated this friendly check-up. I smile meekly and nod - no I am not lost, I am not buying drugs, and I have not been kidnapped, I am just here to assess the architectural significance of the house next to your trailer.
That's what I do down here.
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- Anne C.
- I am not a doctor, or a nutritionist. I am not a farmer, nor am I a personal trainer. For all intents and purposes, my education does not equip me to speak with conviction about health and diet, in the traditional sense. However, I am an anthropologist, historian, and world traveler. I think critically about our culture and society, am a little jaded, and love to share my opinion. If that isn't a recipe for a blog, I don't know what is.