These stories still get to me.
Par for the course as the United States becomes a fearful place, hiding behind walls and security fences, police, border patrols, and soldiers, trying desperately to shut out the world with which we are interdependent.
When I was a child in Buffalo, we were all very proud to live along and frequently cross "the world's longest undefended border." Soon we will need passports to make the crossings that used to be an unimpeded part of everyday life. This seems a sad and almost certainly unnecessary development.
The poet William Stafford might well agree, had he lived to see this present. Several weeks ago I heard Garrison Keillor read a poem of his that seems to speak directly to our predicament.
Stafford knew what was and what ought to be.