I’m back in Washington DC, looking after aging parents for a bit. It’s the perfect time to be in DC–the budding cherry blossoms, the riotous daffodils, the smell of Obama’s healthcare win in the air.
I woke up early this morning and picked up the home-delivered Washington Post and gorged myself on the articles, many of which describe the hardships many locals are going through due to the recession, poignant stories of food banks and job searches.
Then I turned to a stack of Washingtonians, the magazine about all things Washington. I’m always amazed, when reading it, at how successful everyone is and how many ads there are for plastic surgery! And yet their yearly Washingtonians of the Year highlights those who have really tried to help those in great need.
It seems to sum up so much about the western world these days: A lot of people hurting, a lot of people trying to help, a lot of people getting boob jobs.
To quote the late great Kurt Vonnegut, and so it goes….