Hank Stuever, one of my favorite writers, imagines what it might be like if the Chicken Littles are right this time and we suffer a big fall. I really hope it doesn’t happen, but the pessimist in me is feasting on current events …
“Your favorite neighbors will hit the road in search of work or an upbeat sense of spiritual self-determinism. Pretty soon you’ll pack up and leave too, but the gas will cost too much to get wherever you think you’re going, and the car will break down. Husband will set off in search of a timing belt and there you’ll be, with the kids and your Verizon service down to its final minutes. You will be camped in a strange parking lot, in front of an old Best Buy. ”