My son and my father and I drove to Guadalajara, Mexico from Hamilton, Ontario over the course of four days. The reason was to spare my parent’s dogs from the cargo hold of an airplane in December weather. I’ve never done this trip and found the landscapes fascinating – and the hardscrabble poorness of parts of the American landscape was surprising even though I knew in theory this was what I should expect. We literally saw hundreds of desolate homes and business lining the highways we took. This was broken by Walmarts, fastfood outlets and all kinds of churches with dramatic names. By contrast, the poorness of the Mexican landscape was somehow … richer.