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First Location – is it the correct city
My name is James Caldwell, I am a private consultant hired by a large manufacturing company to find a new location for a new plant. The company needed a location with a large uneducated work force that would be willing to do the work. The location type wanted was a large abandoned location, preferably an old manufacturing plant. Therefore, I went to the web to start my search for possible locations. The search showed me a large number of possible locations, but none of them showed me the information I needed to know. None of the locations had accurate or current information on education levels. So armed with the information that I did have I started on the next phase of my search, going to each location.
The first place I decided to visit was a small town in the south a couple hundred miles from New Orleans. The information I had was that the place was an abandoned cotton mill. The economic levels indicated that the average income of the area was just above the national poverty level. The missing information was the current education levels and racial indicators of the area. The information that I did have made me feel that this location was the best possibility with the added benefit of the regional recovery programs created because of hurricane Katrina.
I arranged for my flight and had a rental car waiting for me when I arrived. The only thing I could not arrange was a suitable hotel for me to stay. I enjoyed the few hours’ drive to the area. Listening to the local news and surfing a few of the music stations for the area. During the drive, I was able to view the changes of the area from the devastation caused by the hurricane and nature recovering on its own, until I finally arrived in the area of the cotton mill.
Looking at the area, I found that the area reminded me of a ghost town. Most of the buildings had been abandoned for years, and no people walking around. When I finally found activity, it was a small dinner with a police cruiser parked in front. Therefore, I went inside to speak with the local police.
I'm 60 years old, living in the Saint Louis region.
I'm interested in meeting a woman aged between 18 and 90.
