Buckeye Back Roads Tour: We’ve been buzzing (‘Buckeye buzzing,’ if you will — sorry)around the state this last month. The following are some more vignettes from the road: In Plain City, Ohio, I put up a black & white flier in the Pioneer Club Coffee Shop that said: “Hello Plain City! …from the ‘plain’ candidate.” Once again, we’re doing this all without paid political consultants. A patron in the shop started to argue with me over our stance on illegal immigration. We propose amnesty and he said he thinks we should: “…send them all back. Just ask the Native Americans about illegal immigration,” he added in all seriousness. What an ironic twist, huh. I should have then told him our platform point about giving the Native Americans back some of the land we stole. (I’m sure that would have gone over big, too. Ah, these unscripted campaign stops.) But I was in a hurry, so I gave him our web address… In Lancaster, Ohio, I sat in on a talk about “death and dying” by a Catholic nun who specializes in the topic. Someone in the audience said she’d just recently read in Time Magazine that 65% of an average American’s healthcare costs go to — their last two months of life. This money is sometimes spent on, what the Catholic Church would term, “extraordinary” medical measures. And these measures amount to billions and billions of dollars every year — while many in the Third World don’t have even the basics in medicine, period. During the Q&A part of the presentation, I mentioned that this might be, oh, a little self-indulgent on our parts. It’s kind of like American funerals. We spend 4,000 bucks on a casket for one dead American, while that money would build two nice Habitat for Humanity homes for a lot of ‘living’ Ugandans (Haitians, Nigerians…). This all would once again beg the question: Have we Americans become insanely blind when it comes to social justice? Note: The guy in Plain City who wanted to send all the illegal immigrants back, prefaced that statement with: “I love my country…” Funny, I’d just seen a bumper sticker in Columbus the day before that read: “Even though I love my country… it’s time we start seeing other people.” Note 2: We’ve just arrived back home in Cleveland for a brief pit stop.