fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Been to the Mall lately. No one shops retail in America anymore. Matter of fact other than gas and very expensive coffee no one buys anything at all in America anymore. Everyone just pays bills, and utilities, and taxes.
Try to save for retirement. If you are a new young worker you will need about three million old script [ formerly called dollars] to retire and maintain a bourgeois lifestyle.
Want to know what happen to retail? Go to a Sears store, yes they still are at Malls, and find the tool section. They have hundreds of kinds of socket sets. When was the last time anyone needed a socket wrench? Come to think of it when was the last time anyone needed a screw driver, a hammer, an anvil to fix a horseshoe or a special knife to carve an arrow.
Things have changed in America. No one shops retail anymore.
Here's what I wrote before. This is personal. It's about my America, now gone.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Hunter Green
Hunter Green
fiction
edward w pritchard
We framed all the doors and windows in hunter green paint and planned on repainting the whole world that way.
We had a hunter green van and kept beautiful children in there and tried to keep them from growing up.
We bought stocks and gold and silver and watched them closely for they were the future.
We kept up all the insurances for it guarded us against life's risk and we were confident that we were safe and secure.
We lead the whole world and we felt a little sorry for the rest of them because they lagged behind us and didn't know how to keep up.
One day the houses weren't homes any more and the vans were no longer stylish. The gold and silver belonged to someone else and the stocks were viperous. The insurance worked fine but there was now more insurance than value to insure. The children grew up and despite their massive potential we saw their lives would be hard and we suffered for them.
The rest of the world felt a little sorry for us because they knew these things all along. The rest of the world had learned them long ago.
We in America had felt that for the last twelve thousand years events had happened one after the other to bring about the blossoming of our culture in about 1995. It took about twenty years but time and circumstance caught up with America and now every day we slip back a little and we don't understand why.
fiction
edward w pritchard
We framed all the doors and windows in hunter green paint and planned on repainting the whole world that way.
We had a hunter green van and kept beautiful children in there and tried to keep them from growing up.
We bought stocks and gold and silver and watched them closely for they were the future.
We kept up all the insurances for it guarded us against life's risk and we were confident that we were safe and secure.
We lead the whole world and we felt a little sorry for the rest of them because they lagged behind us and didn't know how to keep up.
One day the houses weren't homes any more and the vans were no longer stylish. The gold and silver belonged to someone else and the stocks were viperous. The insurance worked fine but there was now more insurance than value to insure. The children grew up and despite their massive potential we saw their lives would be hard and we suffered for them.
The rest of the world felt a little sorry for us because they knew these things all along. The rest of the world had learned them long ago.
We in America had felt that for the last twelve thousand years events had happened one after the other to bring about the blossoming of our culture in about 1995. It took about twenty years but time and circumstance caught up with America and now every day we slip back a little and we don't understand why.
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