Last night we went to a great Italian restaurant on our last night in New York City. Angelo was our waiter and he did a great job. We got to talking with him and found that he is a first generation immigrant, working while going to community college. His dream is to work at the United Nations as a translator. Because of our conversation, I now know that you must have mastered five languages in order to apply. Angelo already has four, so just one to go. A full third of our immigrants are Hispanic and despite the fact that I believe we are as open minded about race as any nation – I suspect that anti Hispanic sentiment is a significant barrier to our opening up immigration. The twist to this story – Angelo is from Ecuador.