In 1982, Rosalinda Acosta arrived in South Carolina with her family to pick tomatoes. She was 7 years old. She worked hard, saved her money, and now she owns a thriving business, called Picky and Clean, Inc., with six employees of her own. Now she wants to give her four children the opportunities she never had. Her oldest daughter Mary's quinceañera was an extravagant celebration that was not only her 15th birthday party, but a dream fulfilled for her mother.
If one street can rightfully be called a microcosm of the Holy City, it just might be King Street. In this five-mile stretch, the residents of Charleston live, work, and play, from the public housing of Joseph Floyd Apartments on Upper King to the prestigious Sumter House on the Battery. In some ways, King shows how clearly segregated Charleston remains.
Far from the shops and restaurants downtown, Charlestons tidal cycles bring food, life, and prosperity. Shrimpers, crabbers, fishermen, and a wide variety of tradesmen rely on the ocean, harbor, and rivers to raise families and to make a living for themselves. Long hours, changing weather patterns, fluctuating market prices, and rising fuel costs all take their toll. The people who choose this kind of life do it because they love it.
Born from flame-belching furnaces and hammered into shape, Charleston's architectural future is being forged from the past. A new generation is carrying on the ancient arts of blacksmithing, wood carving, and glassmaking.