Newscoma doesn’t and she loves them.

I have said before that probably my most favorite southern delicacy is pickled okra. Not the slimy kind but pickled. You could pickle a Ho Ho and it would delight me to no end. I’m a pickle person and I buy them like a maniac. In the past two weeks, I noticed that a jar of pickled okra went from $2.29 to $3.59. A jar of pickles (Klaussen kosher baby dills) went from $2.79 to $3.89.

Of course, I didn’t get them. I wanted them, but they didn’t jive with the budget. They weren’t necessary. I can do without a frakking jar of pickles. And yes, I’m making a point. It’s not about pickles but you guys are smart. You know where I’m going here.

Money can get even tighter in the rural parts of the country. Nothing is nearby, not the grocery nor the bank nor the workplace. You have to burn gas to get anywhere. The rise in costs hits harder out in the boonies. ”Coma mentions hearing a guy talk about needing to go to a neurologist after he’d already spent $2,000 in medical costs. He’s not going - there’s no money for that. Whatever is going to happen is going to happen

We are sharing food at the office. Some folks don’t eat if we don’t so we do. I wish I were kidding but I’m not.

As Aunt B.says, dwell on that sentence a bit. It isn’t all roses in Mayberry, folks. There they don’t know what the technical definition of a recession is and they don’t care. It’s not technical, it’s personal, and it’s more and more like hard times out there. Most of the people running our government have no idea what it’s like - and never will.