Spending my entire Memorial Day weekend in Toledo, already had me a little crabby.
Then I picked up the Blade, where I stumbled across the following op-ed.
I'm telling you upfront, this one's gonna irritate you in a big way.
You need to read it anyway.
Click anywhere below for the entire piece.
Helping the world's poor means facing uncomfortable truths
MONT-BELO, Congo Republic
There's an ugly secret of global poverty, rarely acknowledged by aid groups or United Nations reports.
It's a blunt truth that is politically incorrect, heartbreaking, frustrating, and ubiquitous.
It's that if the poorest families spent as much money educating their children as they do on wine, cigarettes, and prostitutes, their children's prospects would be transformed.
ubiq·ui·tous (yü-ˈbi-kwə-təs) : adjective, existing or being everywhere at the same time : constantly encountered, widespread
For my friend Kelly who suffers from the exceedingly admirable habit of looking up every word he has doubts about.