Wondering

Like many I am trying to fathom the depths of this economic crisis. Behaviors of my mother and father come to mind for they carried the memories of the Great Depression and I find myself modeling those behaviors. Just how strong do I really need to make the coffee?

(Whoops--looks like this did not get posted back in January!)

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