We’re in Atlanta for the winter volunteering at the Open Door Community, an outreach to the homeless in the area. Recently our family was helping serve at a meal here for the people on the streets. One Hispanic man struck up a conversation with our daughter Sarah. He said he was undocumented and was having a tough time making a go of it as a day laborer. He was quite thankful for the meal and said to Sarah in broken English: “Well at least when I’m standing at the final judgment, I know God isn’t going to ask me for my papers.” …We have extensively traveled the country researching immigration issues, including a trip in Juarez, Mexico (which has turned into the ultimate flash point for violence in that country now). As a result of this research, we have crafted a quite in-depth position paper on Hispanic immigration. One replete with common sense, and compassion. Note: Yesterday I talked with a woman who works at the Center for Disease Control, which is headquartered in Atlanta. She works in a department devoted to “violent injuries” from, say, a terrorist bomb, a gun shot, an earthquake, a car accident… In regard to the latter, she said computerized cars are now being developed that can send data in the aftermath of a crash that is so specific (based on the velocity at impact, etc.) that, for instance, the EMT’s en route can get a good take on what to prepare for (brain trauma, broken bones, amputation…). I said our platform calls for heading some of this off by simply lowering the speed limits tremendously. I mean, if you’re going 40 mph on a highway versus 75 mph, it just stands to reason there’s going to be a lot less brain trauma, broken bones, amputation… Just common sense. Incidentally, about 33,000 people are killed (and hundreds of thousands are maimed) every year on America’s roads. That’s like half an airliner going down in this country, every day.