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Driving to Mexico with my Son Made Us Hyperware of How Fortunate We Are to Have Been Born in the United States
With a perfect case of selective memory, I’d forgotten how tiring travel can be.
Few things are better than travel. It can be challenging and uncomfortable, thrilling and heartbreaking, eye-opening and humbling. One benefit is simply getting away and breaking the cycle of our lives for a while.
My son and I spent several days traveling by car to Tijuana, Mexico, a city of millions of people looking for a better life located in the farthest northwestern tip of Mexico.
It’s a bleak landscape filled with whiplash contrasts. It’s a land of broken dreams, no discernible building codes, a lack of garbage removal, all of it teetering on the edge of the heavily present Pacific ocean.
We both agreed that seeing the border wall was important. My son offered the idea originally, I was completely in agreement.
Being present at the westernmost portion of the hideous border wall was the highlight and lowlight of our trip. This initial 14-mile portion of the wall…
