Forty years ago I was on that very street looking for a black guy who owed my business money.
Knocking on house doors, one after another.
There was never a thought that I could be mugged or worse.
I wouldn’t travel down that street these days even if I had an AK-47 and RPG’s!
I drive it annually at least
My boys want to see where my family and I once lived and thrived
But I’m strapped and take precautions like I would in a third world brown or black turdville
Jackson Mississippi on a downward spiral. Rest of state shaky.Do you remember the shooter at PoFolks restaurant after it had been closed. The shooter,who was labeled a racist,died in the fire...Think I’ll go tarry at the Tarrymore motel.