Good morning,
Yesterday we went to the border near Sausabe, a small desert town west of Nogales. We picked up Holy Trash along the wall and into the desert. The wall here is tall iron pipes about 3" diameter and about 4" apart. You can see through the wall to Mexico. We drove down a sandy dirt track, stopped, walked and picked up holy trash for a while and then drove farther east to do it again. My car stopped at a dirt hill and got out. There stuck halfway through the fence was a dead deer. It had gotten its head through and gotten stuck--half in Mexico, half in the US. For me that was the definition of the wall--a place where things get stuck and movement can't happen.

I wanted to share with all the parents comments from the Border Links staff. Several have stopped me to tell me how much they have been amazed by our group--how engaged, passionate and insightful they are. They also appreciated how much the youth knew about the issues and how much they wanted to learn more. I agree! Listening to them and talking with them about everything we have seen and done has been a highlight of my week.
Marsha