In 1976 I met a man who was astonished that I had survived life below the Mason-Dixon line. “The South” a place he feared to tread. You know, rednecks, racists, snakes.
In 1976 I met a man who was astonished that I had survived life below the Mason-Dixon line. “The South” a place he feared to tread. You know, rednecks, racists, snakes.