Everyday People
I often lament how out of touch most of us are with everyday people. By "us" I mean a collective endowed with enough spare money to invest and accumulate capital.
As we move up the social hierarchy, our definition of "everyday" tends to drift further away from the on-the-ground reality experienced by tens of millions of Americans. Eventually, we become completely detached.
I'm detached physically (i.e., financially and geographically), but not mentally. My capacity to conceptualize precarity i
Thank You
I was him, a couple of times. You were there for me then too. Thanks, again.
That was lucky! If heād poured petrol into a plastic milk container, the container would have dissolved!
I’ve been reading you for a couple of years and not saying anything, even though I’ve greatly appreciated what you’ve been doing. But this piece has finally dragged me out of the woods to say, “The kids got talent.”
Same here, bravo
You have described yourself as āwithout empathyā but we can see that, under your skin, you are extraordinarily compassionate.
Beautiful story.
I’ve heard the phrase “it’s expensive to be poor” before – this young man’s plight is a great example.
The paycheck……the magic catalyst….
Mr H, thanks
I hated the 70s. I went to cash my paycheck in Denver and it bounced. The teller lent me busfare.
I have gratitude for how simple being well off makes each day.
At the other end of the social hierarchy, your accumulated assets entitle you to blank check from the banker of banks, not post -dated, and no ID required.
Been busy, H, and just read this extremely well written story . It illustrates that there are many ways to skin a cat- by that I mean that your usual style is direct , candid observations on the state of our society whereas this piece revealed the same state in prose as lovely as poetry. Cheers