I just returned from running various errands -- trip to the post office to buy stamps, brief foray into retail therapy at Target and Marshalls, indulging in a 6-inch Blimpie's Best for lunch -- and in the course of my wanderings it hit me: the U.S. Chamber of Commerce is right. Illegals are doing jobs most Americans wouldn't consider.
The walk to the post office took me past a one block stretch where the day labor crowd hangs out along the edge of a parking lot. I am not a power walker, and I enjoy people watching . . . so as I ambled I was observing the group of job seekers and the various vehicles that stopped to chat them up. It didn't long for me to realize that (a) high dollar passenger cars driven by well groomed middle-aged white guys far outnumbered pick-up trucks or vans with ladder racks, and (b) many of the polite young men standing around were looking far too well-groomed to be contemplating spending the day painting a house. I may not always be the sharpest tool in the shed, but, hey, even I can spot johns cruising for some action . . closeted upper income Buckhead denizens hoping to get in a quickie before hitting the golf course while their wives are off shopping at Nieman Marcus or being pampered at a day spa. Maybe, just maybe, some of those dudes were looking for someone to mow the lawn or clean the pool . . . but I doubt it. [I hope the guys doing the sex work are getting paid a decent fee for their services -- I know there isn't enough money on the planet to get me to go down on a smarmy Larry Craig type.]