I really don’t have time to do blog entries until after Monday night, because of a looming mid-term in Property Law. But someone (who will, for now, in keeping with this post, remain anonymous) points me to a story which covers a topic on which I’ve periodically touched and the story contains a transcript of a phone call I cannot ignore. Since there just is no way for me to both pass my mid-term and write any extensive blog entries right now, I simply quote the critical portion of the article now and provide the link so you can read what someone else has written about it here.

“I’m calling in, and I’m promising myself not to cry,” says the woman on the phone. Even as she says this, however, her voice quivers. She often hesitates as she speaks, seemingly to compose herself.

“You always write about things that are going on and the current events,” she continues. “I’m wondering, has anybody noticed in America all of us that are unemployed? I’m 43 years old, and I’ve been working since I was 16. My husband is 45. We’ve been married 22 years, and we’ve always worked. A year ago I lost my job. Six months ago his job was outsourced to India. We have three children, one that’s 18. We were going to try to help them get through college but, um . . . anyway, I was just wondering. There are so many of us and people don’t seem to notice what’s going on.

“I read the paper, and I don’t see a lot of people writing about it. And I know there’s a lot of them out there, because I talk to my friends every day that I used to work with, and there are no jobs.

“And, it just seems that somebody ought to write that a lot of jobs have gone overseas, and there’s no jobs in this country for people that have worked all their lives.

“And . . . I mean, yesterday I was on the phone looking around for shelters because we’ve got another two months before we’re going to get thrown out of our house, and we were part of that middle-class section there. This wasn’t . . . I mean I never thought this was supposed to happen to us. And, I know there’s a lot of people out there like us.

“So, anyway, if you need . . . if somebody would write and make the country aware that . . . I mean I feel invisible.

“You go to the grocery store, and it’s like, we’re an invisible section. But I think there’s millions of us. Anyway, somebody ought to write about it. And you always write about everything, and you make it good. And nobody hears us . . . so I . . . “