I drive past the white picket fence surrounding the beautiful, ideal American dream because I know it doesn't belong to me, wasn't meant for me. I see the lamp posts and the buildings of the colonial village lit up on Friday nights, quiet but shining like a city on a hill.

But one of the contenders running to be the Republican presidential nominee did just that in a recent GOP debate on January 16th.

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I’ve heard the wailing and howling of fire truck sirens as I’ve driven past the fire station on Highland Avenue some Friday nights.