When I was a young man, I met a fairly well to do black man while traveling through Chicago. He told me he wanted to go home to see his family in New Orleans. He was afraid to go by himself. I had been on my way by train to the same place. I was only 20 yrs. old in 1964, and didn''t really understand all the fuss at the time about the civil rights movement. Together we devised a plan for him and this wet behind the ears white-boy to try to travel in relevant safety. I am a Yankee from N.Y.state and had been around negroes most of my life, and never had much of a problem with them. I sure got an education with him driving his Caddy, and me acting like a rich kid from Chicago. He was a swell driver, and played a chuafer really well. We made it without being lynched, but what an adventure. This movie reminds me of that time. Maybe I should write a book!