Driving out to a client this morning I took local roads rather than the highway. I got the impression, as I drove through cemetary after cemetary, that Chicago is the city of dead. Between cemeteries you hit little strips of storefronts from the 50′s-70′s: cold, empty, forlon.
Because of The Lazarus Project, my most recent read, I’m thinking more about how previous generations have viewed the world. What troubled them? What made them happy? Are we, today, more similar to them than we think? Or more distinct?
Jobless numbers at an all time high.
I asked my wife this morning if our daughter will someday talk about living through the Depression…