Thursday, March 1, 2018


Wading into the frenzy, for a moment…

I received a text message from ICE yesterday.  “Holy Crap!” I thought. “I know my surname sounds Hispanic (It’s not, it’s bastardized Danish) but is the sound of my name ‘probable cause?’  I was born a fair-skinned baby in Glendale in ’52, went to school, held a professional career, contributed, and own my own home…”  My thoughts raced.  “I’ve got grandkids… friends… a wife!”

I wasn’t sure I should open the message for fear they’d figure out where I was and come swooping in under the cover of darkness; and, you know, ask questions later.

After many moments of trepidation, I clicked the link open. 

In my cell phone’s address book, I refer to my spouse in three different ways: by her formal first name, by a shortened version of that, and by an abbreviated version of “In Case of Emergency.”  I.C.E.

The content of the text regarded a copy of a message about a friend’s successful journey in a motorhome.

Fear manifests itself when something absolutely normal startles the poop out of somebody.  Terrorists know this.  Fear is a terrorist’s greatest ally. 

But fear should not be a tool in the hip pocket of a government charged, in part, with “ensuring domestic tranquility.”

I worry about the guys who do lawns in our neighborhood, the folks who work at the carwash I frequent, the crew members who installed appliances in my kitchen recently, the cook who prepared lunch for me yesterday at a local restaurant, the families who harvest our vegetables and tend our vineyards, the gentleman who served as my high school band director, the surgeon who completed a successful meniscectomy on my right knee last year…

I worry about a “domestic tranquility” that may no longer exist.  Which is odd, given that as a late-middle-aged white guy, I really have very little to fear.

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The Church of the Open Road Press


  1. Almost like the fear of a police officer driving behind you when you know you are doing the speed limit. You aren't doing anything wrong but there is still fear.

    I can't imagine how the hispanic folks feel after being here for so many years and being a contributing member of society to just have their government (that they pay taxes to) dismiss them and try to send them to a country they probably don't ever remember being in. It is sad. ICE has been patrolling the courthouses in Portland and there was one instance where a judge let someone out the back door to avoid them.

    1. It's almost as if we're punishing people for the failures in our system, rather than addressing the parts of our system that need fixing.