I get upset when I read of the continued demise and struggles of those who are, or those who flirt with the less than flattering moniker of “poor.” If you haven’t been keeping score, the numbers in the lower economic strata appear to be growing.
I couldn’t find a single person this past week who complained about how hot it was in August. There were no discussions of global warming, no discussions of humidity and not a word was heard on the topic of heat index. Those who contemplated moving from St. Louis because of the heat are now kicking around the idea of heading south because of the cold. We St. Louis folk, if nothing else, are fickle.
I went to a clown’s memorial service recently. That’s not a degrading statement. Nor is it my opinion of someone’s character. Nope, this guy was a real-life clown. I have never known a guy with a job description as “clown” before. Oh, I’ve known plenty of clowns, but a real one – never.