[defconw]

:) I can imagine. I didn't know they called us crackers until I worked with a kid from New Orleans. He I became fast friends in Maryland. I was always worried about him though. White girl and black guy hanging out. We didn't date he was a little to young for me. He was more like a little brother.

Funny story one about people looking at us. He and I and another girl went to this redneck bar to play pool. We decided to play some music. They has Sinatra in the juke box. So here we are drunk as skunks singing Sinatra songs. The red necks were thankfully, quite amused.

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The black officer posted on this thread is St. Louis policeman, not the one named in Ferguson shooting.

[Night Hides Not]

Thanks for the story.

I'd been with the same battalion in Germany for over 3 years when one of my NCOs invited me to his house for a July 4th party. At the time, I was the only white guy in the section, the other 5-6 were black.

His wife served up the most scrumptious soul food I ever had. She was mildly amused watching me eat a large portion of chitlins. She just had to ask how much I liked them...

I replied, "They're great, ma'am, but for some reason that I can't explain, I feel like dancing."

In retrospect, I shouldn't have said it, as I had not met her previously. OTOH, the men I worked with were howling.

Hey, it was 1980, before political correctness infected our society.