My elder son, in concert with his mother’s church group, ventured into a cardboard shanty town for the night this weekend to learn what it might be like to be homeless. A squadron of minivans delivered the youths to the site where they unloaded their LLBean sleeping bags, foam mats, and gear bags full of polar fleece clothing. Then they gathered cardboard and about a mile of duct tape and assembled their village. This was exhausting work, so they ordered out for pizza.

Stuffed with pizza, they adjourned to their corrugated suite where they played cards by flashlight until 3am. They did finally grab a few hours of sleep before the minivans returned with boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts. They scarfed the donuts, packed their gear, and headed for home with a newfound appreciation for the plight of the homeless.

…and if my grandmother had wheels, she’d be a wagon.