Wednesday, September 6, 2017


Tonight I took a taxi home from DFW. My driver was an exceptionally nice man from Rwanda.

We traded parenting woes. We talked about kids wanting phones or to be taken to Amazing Jakes or Main Event.

He was kind enough to indulge my broken French, as he explained that other customers often get mad when he is chatty...because he is constantly trying to improve his English.

He told me how blessed he felt to be here, to be an American citizen. He told me about explaining to his kids how lucky they were to attend school, when he couldn't afford it back home. He told me how lucky he felt because he could drive a taxi to make money. He told me how it was to eat only one meal a day. He told me about the refugee camps.

He told me that he wanted all of his children to serve in the U.S. military as gratitude for the country that had given him so much.

I hope we can all remember how much immigrants have given to this country. I hope we can all keep in mind that regardless of how we got here, whether legally or otherwise, virtually all of us are descendants of immigrants.

The statue of Liberty has some words to say in the subject. I hope we can all remember those.

We are better than the nonsense coming from the White House on the subject of immigration and DACA.
I hope we can remember that as well.

P.S. I promise my next post will be more entertaining than political. I'm far too vapid to sustain this level of deep thought for any length of time, so I'm sure I'll come up with something.