Poor, middle class, working poor, those words didn’t mean that much some years ago. Those years ago when the world was smaller and larger both. Small was your neighborhood and the world it encompassed as in the place where you went to church, went to the store, swam in the river. In that place it was large enough but small enough to traverse the length and breath of it. And you knew it. You breathed its air and suffered its sweat and cold, but it was yours. You played in its streets and ran its alleys. The larger world, the world “out there” came from the radio and rumor. That’s where the wars were and the others who spoke different languages, and where the monsters and possibility of angels lived. There. Here it was small. And safe.
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Frank Meadow Sutcliffe – Three Happy Boys, 1889.
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.”