I haven't been to Ponderosa since the second grade when I puked after eating the buffet. I blame it on the creamed corn. Regardless, I couldn't stifle a pang of sadness when I saw this sign.
Layoffs and closings are disgustingly common, as everyone living in the
states knows at this point. I didn't really feel the state of
hopelessness until we returned from Korea. I'm not sure if it's a
feeling felt everywhere, but it's certainly dragging down this little
town. While in line at the post office the other day, I heard this
conversation between two older gentlemen:
Older Man 1: America's finished. It's done.
Older Man 2: Done.
OM1: You can just stick a fork in it. It's totally done.
OM2: It's totally done.
OM1: This country will never be what it used to be.
OM2: Never.
OM1: Never ever.
It went on this way until they started discussing the Cleveland Browns. (Nothing like football to distract us from a failing economy! Right now it's either that or Octamom.)
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