I think I am officially "colored."
You see, my parents had me at the Confederate Memorial Hospital and, in keeping with the theme of the hospital's name, whoever filled out my birth certificate listed my parents' race as "colored."
In the mid-1970s.
And they didn't change it when they corrected the spelling of my name on the birth certificate.
The more I think about it, you probably have to be born here to love this distinguished region of the U.S. the way I do.