And as they toil in the fields and factories of this great nation, they say to themselves, “The Old Country was a terrible place. Here in America, I live in luxury!” They smile and shed a tear, partly from emotion and partly from the industrial airborne carcinogens that will eventually kill them....
He had to call me. We were at the beach when my cell lit up with an incoming call from Dad. “Hey, Dad!” I chirped with an amount of excitement that astonished even me. I’m not exactly what you’d call perky, but suddenly I sounded like a cheerleader hopped up on cotton candy and Pixy Stix. “Hey th...