Sometimes I just don't know, sometimes it seems we live in a nation afraid to look at itself in the mirror. Sunday as I arrived at the library and I was waiting for the doors to open and as usual, a crowd had formed. The people were all there for the computers, the school children of course but the regulars were there as well. The big guy with a big booming voice and a friendly smile. After my first conversation with him I was pretty certain this guy has a photographic memory.
He was quoting GM manufacturing statistics models and factories. He is a very sharp guy and Sunday he was wearing a faded Amoco shirt from a convenience store. Being a Sunday, a gentleman walked up in a dark blue suit and tie and he didn't seem to have much of the Holy Spirit left in him. He seemed angry and he didn't say anything to anyone as his angry eyes made us understand to stay clear of him.
There was another fella in worn out blue jeans and a pull over shirt that had shrunk until it was too short. His shoes were the give away though as they were cracked and worn like mine. He was quiet and looked at the ground a lot and I understood why. Like me he no longer feels a part of this society we are the lesser people. When Obama or Biden make one of their visits to a new government subsidized factories built with tax dollars for the corporations they're not talking to us. They're talking to the cameras and the media and those with plenty.