This isn't heaven...

You'd better believe it. Today my taxi driver spent 20 minutes telling me about his halcyon days working at a paper recycling plant in Des Moines. He was so sad when he had to leave - his son wanted to return to Mexico and he didn't want him to make the trip by himself. I think he might be the only illegal immigrant who calls his old bosses in the U.S. to see how they are.

Maybe Iowa is heaven, after all.