Friday, July 20, 2007

Unemployed Man's House, Morgantown, West Virginia, During The Depression

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At least he didn't have to sit on IKEA furniture and look at concrete block walls and trod on nasty vinyl tile or tatty cheap plastic-feeling wall-to-wall carpeting, while looking at milky gray sunlight through a lexan window.

I know that man's mind, I bet. Self-employed people wake up fired and go to bed unemployed every day. Some contagion put me right where he was for a moment: willing but unable to work. It is a terrible thing. Do not go there, children.


Jacqueline T. Lynch said...

"Self-employed people wake up fired and go to bed unemployed every day."

I love that. I shouldn't, because it's like laughing when you've thrown your back out and every haw-haw is killing you, but I love it.

SippicanCottage said...

There are many things I do not know. I do not know whether Jacqueline is the loveliest name in any language. But in my ignorance, you could tell me that, and I'd believe you.

Jacqueline T. Lynch said...

Yes, it is. Pardon me whilst I step out onto the verandah and blush. And get the mail. It's late again.