An Average Joe Solves The Border Crisis
When I was younger, maybe five or six, a backyard neighbor put up a fence. I watched the gray haired gentleman with a yard overflowing with flowers slip wooden posts into the ground.
I asked him what he was doing. I then asked why he’d put up a fence? While he likely wanted to say “to keep annoying kids away” he instead said, “to keep rabbits out of the yard.”
At such a young age I didn’t know why someone would want to keep fuzzy little bunnies out of their yard. But I watched the fence go up and, now that I think of it, that might have been the last time I ever talked to him.
Needless to say, I never got to know him or his wife. And as I grew older I discovered those neighbors were more or less jerks. Or snobs. Or some combination of the two.
One of the other backyard neighbors didn’t have a fence. Neighbor Bill. He was a nice old man whose wife had recently died. He gave me my first baseball glove. One of those old school flat gloves that haven’t been made in half a century (I still have that glove).
We’d play catch, practice grounders, drink lemonade after, and just kind of talk baseball. I’d invite him to baseball games as I joined teams. He came to my high school graduation open house.
Now, I’m not trying to compare a backyard fence to our country’s southern border situation. Because there’s no comparison. But this little story flooded my memory as I thought about how fences and walls had influenced my life.
The life of an average Joe who’s going to solve the border wall crisis.
It’s More Than A Wall
I live in Arizona.
I’m from Michigan.
Two very different border states.
In Michigan, Canada offered to pay for a second bridge running from Windsor to Detroit.
In Arizona…well, you’ve already heard who will be “paying” for the wall.
The thing is, the situation is so much more complex than building (or not building) a wall.
