Sitting around with the older black men who congregate on the corner of South Street and hearing their stories makes you realize that the neighborhood was once a different place.
By Cassie Colby | firstname.lastname@example.org
“What are you?” is the question I’ve heard the most since coming to St. Augustine. Both black and white people ask me this question. It no longer fazes me, unlike when I first got here. I would wonder, “what are they talking about, ‘what am I?’ What do I look like?”