A Stroll
The Saturn plant closes tomorrow. I know the economics between the South and the Midwest are different, but I have to tell you, news of this sort takes me back to my childhood and just chills me to the bone. It’s no good, Pith readers. It’s very hard for communities to recover from stuff like this. Our thoughts are with the folks in Spring Hill…
Our thoughts are with the folks at Saturn from us in Hoots as well.
It IS chilling.
From Domestic Psychology:
I will be sleeping in a tent in the backyard from now on. I hope the wireless is accessible from there.
From the freakiest of weasels:
4. I never figured out a tasteful way to hit on women at a funeral. I am starting to think those ‘Dear Penthouse’ letters are exaggerations.
As I’m a packrat, I may take the advice of my friend Realtor Mom who lives in Hoots Proper.
A growing organization, started here in Martin, Catalyst Missions, is accepting these items for an upcoming mission trip to Appalachia in December. According to team member Jana Ogg, the people they minister to would welcome adult and children’s clothing and slightly used household items.
Finally, I love this post by Holly.
Setting: work. Situation: customer on the phone needs more information about a product. I walk back to the holiday-depleted sales department to see if anyone’s there. I found two of the sales guys—one of them of the Very Esthetically Pleasing variety—and this scene commences.
I hate it so much when plants closed. I grew up in a rust belt city and I know how raw and abandoned it leaves the entire region when the jobs go. My thoughts are with all those folks.