
A friend of mine and I were talking. We don’t even recognize this world anymore. We feel like scared outsiders only we don’t have another planet to go to.
My friends used to have jobs. I used to be able to put my mind to it and get $3,000 a month in just using my wits, ideas, and experience. My mother’s money used to gain interest and grow.
It used to be a good thing to own a house. Now it’s your pet albatross—and it can eat!
We used to think those we elected were capable of keeping an eye on the world economy, national economy, trends, capabilities and all the nuances and pretty much could make course corrections when these things went out of balance.
Now we know they are all wet.
If someone gave us credit—loaned us money—we figured they knew odds were we were going to be able to pay it back. We said OK, you’re the one taking the chance, thanks.
Everyone didn’t hate us—perfect strangers did not want to blow us up or if they did, they didn’t get in our faces with it everyday.
We used to laugh more, cry less. We could sleep at night. We felt some pride, some sense of accomplishment, love of country.
Not anger and fear.
Oh, well, thanks for listening. A new year is starting. If you can stand it, I can. I am not making any resolutions, though.





















