Thank goodness, I hope to hear more personal stories and experiences like this, though your non-fiction stories are all great and insightful. It's just that these experiences help "cross the color line" so to speak and give interested whites an "inside view" of what these real life experiences look and feel like.

For example, I was in Lake Charels Lousiana two months ago on a business trop to one of the casinos and noticed at the seafood restaurant that all the servers were young-ish white men, and the busboys were black men. It struck me since restaurants in Houston are always diverse in my area, whether upscale or not. I couldn't ask any questions about it but only noticed the clear distinction.