The town where my family lived until I was in 3rd grade, I am told, was a sundown town (Arab, AL) - I remember flying into Huntsville 30 years ago, when I was stationed at England AFB, for my grandfather's funeral, my aunt picking me up at the airport, crossing the river and, upon reaching the Smallwood's Grocery where, as a kid, I bought balsawood gliders. Standing next to the store was a huge billboard advertizing the next KKK meeting.
I also remember, when we arrived "up North", and started my new school,
the school ended up arranging a tutor at a local college to assist me
until I caught up with the other 3rd grade kids.
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