:You know in regard to my last post about the caravan of migrants coming up from Latin America… In looking at some photos of the caravan, I saw a number of teenage kids. I have a teenage kid. Jonathan is 15. His high school soccer team was just in the District Championship Game. They held it in the small town of Kalida, Ohio. Us Bluffton parents sat in the stadium stands on a nice Saturday afternoon, most of us clad in red (school color) “spirit-wear,” and cheered our players on. It was one, of many, quintessential — and special — small town moments for these kids, us parents, community members… Meanwhile other kids, and parents, are living amidst, say, horrific drug cartel violence in The Honduras. It’s no longer safe to go to the sandlot soccer field up the street to play. And, in desperation, parents are packing up their kids, themselves, and heading north — hoping to find safety and a way out of abject poverty. People in the caravan are sleeping on the ground, regularly in inclement weather, on the way up here. People in the caravan are also hungry, they’re getting sick… Meanwhile, President Trump went to sleep in a quite well-appointed, temperature controlled room, atop an extremely comfortable bed. That’s pretty much been his lot, not just as president, but forever. No wonder he doesn’t get it.