I dare say the fact that I was born there does not give a bit to the historic nature of Siler City. I never really lived there since my parents moved in my first year of life–all the way to Asheboro. Never really thought about it again until I read Paul Cuadros’ novel “A Home on the Field,” a true book about him coaching a soccer team from the area to the state championship. On Martin Luther King Day this past Monday, I was out aimlessly wandering about taking a few pictures with my fine new camera and I ended up in Siler City, in part to get some less costly gasoline. I drove down to the “historic district” and was struck by the number of Hispanic shops and churches that were there. It was a lot like some of the towns along the border with Mexico. I walked around the downtown streets and was impressed by the American flags that were displayed, I assumed because of the holiday, I’m not sure though. I thought the flags and the Spanish language store fronts and signs made a nice image of what’s going on in the United States. It was also a good symbol of how Martin Luther King Day should be one time we truly acknowledge the diversity and inclusivity of our country. It is far more interesting to live in a diverse world than in one that is stuck in one groove. In 2011 50 per cent of Siler City’s population of 7800 people were Hispanic. This is a higher rate than in the rest of the state, nearly twice.