We get several local weeklies and in going through one this morning, I see a story unfold that is more personal, more poignant than the news on TV, the internet, or big newspaper articles. It is the story of the economic impact on lives seen through the classified ads.
There are more dining room sets offered for sale than ever before. There are more men willing to rent themselves out as handymen, “no job too small,” as the women take to cleaning houses, walking dogs, babysitting. It’s the stories that make up the whole of who is affected by the loss of jobs, savings, homes. It’s showing, not telling, and it’s more heartbreaking that way.