Can we say, "Depression," yet?

For those of you who are wondering why I have so much time on my hands, it's because Michigan is in an economic melt-down. Everyone here is either unemployed or worried about unemployment. General Motors is going bankrupt, which means that my grandfather is doomed to no health insurance. I'm beginning to wonder if Michigan is going to look like a Cormac McCarthy novel.




















That's really the mental image that's been in my head for the past month. Just take out the car, and we're in business. Or, out of business to be more frank. Now we just need some whacko to blow up a temp agency or a job-hunting office and everyone will be dead...or fifty percent of us anyway.

I saw a billboard yesterday (yes, we still use billboards here) for a walk-in clinic. It read, "Got the flu? S'not a problem!" and almost started crying. I'm in the twilight zone. My first thought was, "That advertising agency should really hire me." And then I remembered that it probably was done by the Clinic. No one here believes in Ad Agencies. Is the Clinic hiring? No, they closed down last week.