There was an old Scrooge McDuck (world’s richest duck!) comic book story called “Christmas in Shacktown” which opened with McDuck’s three grand-nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie taking a shortcut home from school just before Christmas by going through Shacktown. The people and kids of Shacktown are dressed in patched rags, the children tote firewood in washtubs, and kids play with toys made of boards and tin cans. It is snowy and cold, and one of the nephews says, “I wish we hadn’t come this way, it makes me feel like a fat pig.” Which is how I feel after looking at videos of the devastation and death in Ukraine. It makes me very thankful that I live in America and that I want for nothing. Sure, there are some things I would like to have, but I can live without them. What the people of Ukraine are living without is everything that almost all of us take for granted; heat, water, food, and safety.
