I didn’t want to be that guy.
Last spring, my mom asked me to join her and one of my cousins for lunch. My cousin was with her husband. They’re like a Black power couple. Both in their 30s. Her, a nurse, and him, an engineer. They were in town from Dallas.
Over brisket and pulled pork platters at Ford’s BBQ in Oakhurst, they talked about life in Texas raising their baby girl. They’d been there for about 11 years and seemed content with their current home…