Heading toward me on Cherry Street in Macon, was William. He had a relaxed, happy look, so I immediately introduced myself and explained the project. William shrugged and said, OK, I guess”, without much conviction.
He is from Atlanta, originally, but now works in “Acapulco”, a Mexican restaurant about a block away. He is a cook. I felt pretty sure that William was Hispanic, although he did not say so. I felt that the more I tried to converse, the more withdrawn and wary he became. It was an OK, but not great, encounter. In the past, I have had poor 'luck' with the Hispanic population. Something about my Anglo look must be threatening.
