20 Minutes to Home

I’m a single father of four finishing up a contentious divorce, which is a long way of saying I think almost constantly about Home. I revel in Home and I cry over Home. I fret over what the word means for my kids. I don’t have to go into the details for you to get it.

Home is becoming a complicated term. Just hours ago, I stood with 300 strangers outside a sprawling, low, yellow cinder block rectangle filled with 300 immigrants…