A book title hits you.
In a local bookstore after a decent meal on a damp Friday night less than a month before Christmas.
There it is on the shelf.
Lush green field and tiny blobs, almost insects, in the lines between the bushes.
Precarious.
The subtitle says the book is about migrant workers.
Like wetbacks.
Or Okies.
Lots of derogatory words for people caug…
