In this place I live in now, you kind of have to think of this place and me kind of like a yoyo over the years, as my father was originally from this region. So I have not lived here on a continuous basis since coming here when I was six. When we first moved here, to this county, the reason that I met Marcus, which was the name of the guy that passed away because of the heart defect. In this country all of the African American people lived in one concentrated area. All one had to do is go up a hill, then the houses got bigger and and it was more upscale, we just happened to live close to the border of that. Of course now I am 53 so much has changed here since then, I was at the top of the hill and him and his family lived at the bottom of the hill. It was so strange, because there were even two separate Baptist churches that were right next to each other, one the African Americans went to, the other one is where people that lived up the hill went to. There were no laws or problems with crime, I am unsure why it was divided this way? I was immune to it because it wasn't that way in Europe or if it was I was too little to notice. I will say this, one. of the best things about meeting Marcus, other than he was just a great guy, I used to attend services at the African American Baptist church. I am sorry folks but the music was a whole bunch better. My goodness them people really threw some music out, no one minded me being there. Now over the years, I was away from here several times for college, military service, then I lived in Wheaton, Illinois attending school. This place always drew me back, that city where it was like that is about twenty minutes from me. When I do have to go to that city I still see both Baptist churches sitting side by side on that end of town. I told the people at the congregation once at the church the people up on the hill went to, they were not too bright because the music was much better next door. When my father found out about that he laughed for days, and told me I was right.