Editor’s Note: This thought provoking article comes to us from Gerald Franz, who was a faithful friend and reader until his death in October of 2014. – John
It is too late to prep for some of us. This was brought to mind by a recent visit to a Cracker Barrel restaurant. A friend and I were seated at a table near the back of the dining room. I was facing the kitchen and could watch the expressions of waitresses bring orders.
Though it was not a busy time, there was a tense mood in the air. Maybe they were short-handed. As each lady emerged from the kitchen she looked stressed until she approached the customers’. Then they each put on a face as they were close to the table. Some friendly and smiling, others preoccupied, already thinking about those at another area.
Our waitress was wearing a leg brace and walked with effort. She was polite and attentive, but on a return visit began to look anxiously at another customer. Perhaps they were requesting a fill up or needed something else.
If you have ever read Nickel and Dimed you may feel different about the tough, demanding job of being a waitress. This book rocked me. It changed me deeply. When the author came to town my wife and I attended her lecture. We sat up close and could see her face clearly.
One of her last comments was, “I don’t know of any religion in the world that requires the poor to pay tithes to the rich.” Against my will the author’s account of working at being a waitress and other jobs won me over.
This was on my mind as my friend and I prepared to leave. I left our waitress ten dollars for a tip, hoping it would help a little. Two gallons of gas with change left over is all it amounted to.
In the parking lot I looked over at an area running along I-70. It had shrubs and a little streamlet. It was a place that would never be used–a wasteland, really.
Like many areas in or near cities, a person could camp there, and walk to work. If left alone by the authorities, people could live rent free and survive for much of the time without driving. I thought of how much tip money could be saved with no rent to pay.
Is this not a type of survival? Imagine a cot tent and a water filter, and a designated cooking area. Before long a lady could save enough to buy new tires, have a brake job done, and life could go on.
For security such a group could have one or more dogs–maybe ones that are scheduled to be killed. Waste dogs in waste places, guarding forgotten people.
Have you read the novel Mr. Blue? Someone had a whimsical idea for places for homeless people in the city to live. A dreamer writing about a dreamer.
Some of us are not preparing for future trouble. For them the trouble is now.