A crane lifts logs at the St. Regis paper mill in Jacksonville. Photo: Florida State Archives
Periodismo de calidad para tiempos críticos
This weekend my wife and I helped our older son pack up and move to Jacksonville. He’s starting a new job, occupying a new apartment, and driving a new (used) car.
It was a bittersweet trip. After we arrived, we heard about the Nazi who shot three Black people and then killed himself. In other words, it wasn’t a propitious time to move to the town everyone calls Jax, but it was too late to turn back.
On the way
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