Everyone is squawking about the economy these days, and how it's weaker than a whiskey-fed kitten. Well, as someone who lived through the first Great Depression, I can tell you that I'm not too eager to go through those shenanigans again. I was already in the corp when the crapola hit the fan, so I still got my 3 squares a day, but it was no picnic, I'll tell you that much.
People were constantly asking to borrow my horse for this and that - but I suspected they mainly wanted to eat her. Had to keep her in the house for the duration. Plus, Mildred had to take in laundry. That woman toiled until her back ached.
So what's going to happen? How the heck do I know? I'm just an old army yokel who keeps all his money under his mattress. But I'll tell you this - stay the heck away from my horse, or you're liable to get a load of buckshot in the caboose.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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