Day Without Immigrants = No Salsa!

Last night, we decided to go out to our favorite Mexican restaurant, without even thinking about what was going on in the world. Actually, I did think about it just a couple of minutes before we got there. And sure enough, it was closed.

I was pretty frustrated. Okay, I was downright mad. Now don't get me wrong. I like all the guys that work there. They always recognize us when we come in, and they all give our son lots of attention, which makes me feel good.

And I know they are concerned about their status and that of other immigrants. I probably would be, too. But that didn't help my craving for salsa any, or my intense longing for combination #5 - a burrito and an enchilada with rice and beans. I was pretty bummed. I threatened not to go back when they are open. But that was just an empty threat, since I do enjoy their food, and they have great service. I know immigrants across the country were just trying to make a statement. But on me at least, it didn't quite have the effect they were looking for.

So immigrants spoke with their labor, showing their social and economic strength. I spoke with my wallet, going down the road to our favorite Italian restaurant. Which was open. And is also run by an immigrant.