We went to the dusty, farm town of Arvin, California, which is chock full of farm workers, tiny houses and delapidated trailers. Although a relatively small town, it is now the “most crowded” town, per capita, in California. A typical residential scenario for Arvin was recently reported in a Mother Jones Magazine article: “Isabel, a single mother of three, can’t pack anyone else into the 300-square-foot house. Two of her sons share bunk beds and her oldest sleeps in the car; four other relatives sleep on the floor, and she stays on the couch.” [And this isn’t unusual here.]… There are some 75 less human beings in Bakersfield this week… The family and I stood in solidarity with a group of some 50 people praying the Rosary in the rain outside a “Family Planning Center” (read: abortion mill) in Bakersfield. Halfway through the Rosary, a small white truck pulled up and picked up a medium size cooler box. Terri Palmquist, co-chairperson of Life Saver’s Ministries (a Crisis Pregnancy Center just across the street), told me the box holds the remains of the unborn babies. She said estimates are about 75 of these babies are killed on Mondays and Tuesdays every week here. “THOSE ARE THE REMAINS OF LITTLE BABIES’ BODIES THAT WERE TORN APART. TREAT THEM WITH RESPECT!” Mrs. Palmquist yelled out to the workers getting in the truck. And in the background “…pray for us sinners now and at the hour of death, amen.” The next night my wife Liz and I talked about Pro-Life issues to a prayer group in Tulare, California. Liz mentioned the box we’d seen the day before, then said. “This (abortion and “…the right to choose.”) is not about Women’s Rights; it’s about murder.” Note: A group of youth were milling about the church where the prayer group was conducted. One of the youth had on a t-shirt that read: “SHHHHH… I’M TRYING TO HIDE FROM THE FLYING MONKEES!” Ahhh… only in California.