A photographer or, who was a modernday rickey allying walker evans, we pulled off to the side of the road, came up over the road attracts, across this dirt road here, posthumous vineyard with hold up to shack. Basically a tar paper shack. As we walked up we could see there were rabbit furs that had been, that were hammered onto the wall. Remember knocking once, twice ive misplaced the sun still in the door creak open and there stood this black man, who looked a cute lifted out of the mrs. A 1930s. He had a stutter. Later he told us he cant bless with a stutter one state at a time. His name is james dixon. He was 95 and he was living here, happy to send the 40s. He was part of this migration . Who did something no blacks in america, kind of win against the grain of the great migration. The great migration within the south to North Industrial cities and came west to Oakland San Francisco and l. A. There was a tribe of black okies from the south and southwest, who wanted to retain the rur