You know you're addicted to the internet when you rush home on your half-hour lunch break to check your favorite websites and make a quick blog post. However, I've not quite turned on my blinker for the prophetic change to the fast lane. While at work this morning, we found an Indiana driving manual printed entirely in Spanish. I had never seen one, though I must say, I'm not surprised that such a creature exists. I work in a neighborhood with a growing latino population. Yet, I think back a mere four generations when my family came to the USA from Germany and endured the lines at Ellis Island. They did not have it so easy, and I wonder sometimes, what if they had?