I just met an immigrant who's gonna "help build the wall"—and it made me look deeper.

I came to Target to buy canned peaches. I stayed for a slice of political pie.

"I'm getting a job to make bricks for the wall," the stranger told me.

Last night I went to Target with my daughter to pick up (what else) canned peaches and a couple of baking ingredients for my first Impeach Pie. The universe works in funny ways.

The man ahead of me in line, a nearly-dressed older gentleman with caramel skin, salt-and-pepper hair and Warby Parker-esque glasses, started chatting with me. And what he said was shocking.

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