OS is weary, and so happy to be looking across his coffee cup at the sainted Mrs. OS, who has decided to tolerate him one more day, bless her.
OS knows a local newspaper writer, working for one of the county-seat papers. His county's experience paralleled ours. He reports that people are disgusted, and that they aimed their displeasure at the incumbents, many of whom have sat on their collective tooshies while their counties unwound around them. It may be a harbinger for November. In any case, OS breathes a bit easier in his county, with a new sheriff elected, replacing the one who more resembled the old Dixie model of a criminal with his own badge and police cruiser.
Over coffee, OS ran across this.
It's a thoughtful discussion of why the true unemployment rate may well be north of 20%, instead of south of 10%. Those figures actually correspond with OS's instincts and daily experience. The problem of the 'uncounted unemployed' has been with us a long-long time, and we may have reached an inflection point, where it is impossible to ignore.
OS, for his part, although far from rich, is so very grateful for the life he has been given. His spending habits, due to repair of flood damage from May, and necessary house and car repairs, have amounted to a one-man stimulus package for the local economy...
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