The hopelessness is palpable in the air. The vast difference between poor and rich is evident as you drive down a back country road. But you would never know it when you talk to the people. We have left Florida! Having survived our first winter in Florida, we moved slowly North and by North I mean a back country road in South Carolina. Having lived in the South many years ago when in the military, I always feel like I am holding my breath, waiting for the differences between the races to rear it's ugly head. Though I am cautious, I am cautiously optimistic. In the South they are friendly, gracious, and kind, but they do not open up the way people do out west. They clothes their mouths around strangers politely nodding yes, ma'am or no ma'am. But that is all. However I can't help but wonder if it is me or them? Do I close up waiting for people to judge me because of my choice in men? Because of my beautiful children? Or am I open and free with my life, thoughts, and words the real me. The me I strive to be. We will slowly wind our way North the next few months, I wonder if the oppression in the air will lighten or will it increase as the humid stagnant air of summer increases?
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