I tend to write about baseball and donuts. But like a lot of us, I'm moved by the refugee crisis that's brought a record number of migrants to Sweden. On Sunday morning, I hopped in the car and drove to the place where many refugees first arrive seeking food, shelter, medical attention and asylum.

We've all read about what's happening, but I wanted to see it. I wanted to speak to the families arriving and the people working to help them. Over the next few days, I plan to share some stories about my Sunday morning visit to the migration office. But I'll say here that it felt important. I'm glad I went. My only regret is that I didn't bring donuts.