On Madison's State Street today, a young pamphleteer called to me with not a hint of irony, "Help defend our jobs from corporate America."
I kept walking as it sunk in, then I had to write it down.
How far from reality was his thinking? Our nation with no corporate jobs, what would be left? Not even the headshop three doors from where the kid was standing. I still haven't figured it out.
No wonder Uncle Jimbo loves living in Madison.
5 years ago