You know First Lady Melania was an immigrant not long ago, right? I bet some of your favorite people are immigrants. Some of mine are. It is as much a certainty that many of your vegetables and fruit come to you from the hands of immigrants as anything else.
Last night I swear I ate the sweetest, best tasting cherry tomatoes I ever had. And there were banana peppers in my cabbage to die for. Come straight from my back garden. All I did to get them was stuff them in my face—and, some thirty years earlier, marry the immigrant who planted, watered and harvested those blessed crops.
God bless our immigrants!
