I spent a day with the refugee caravan and didn’t spot any ‘bad hombres’

I’m privileged. As the US Editor of a major tech publication, I wake up each morning and go to bed each evening knowing the words I’ve written reach an audience in the tens of millions. For that, I’m asked to inform and entertain, to explore topics of interest to our readers, and deliver a finished product worthy of being shared with their friends. Many, however, don’t have this luxury. So, if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to make a brief departure from our regularly scheduled programming to talk about a situation in my own backyard, one that warrants use of…

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