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A real tearjerker from the St. Petersburg Times, about the difficulties faced by the unemployed.
As Gov. Charlie Crist switched from Republican to independent in the race for U.S. Senate, Eric Eikenberg had a quiet announcement of his own. He was quitting. Today is Eikenberg’s last day on the Crist payroll. Thirty-four years old, a father of three and unemployed for the first time since college. “It’s an anxious feeling,” he said. “I have great respect for the many Floridians today who are seeking work…”
Like other unemployed Floridians, Eikenberg faces the pangs of uncertainty, the nagging question “Will anyone want me?” and ordinary worries of providing for his family.
Except unlike most unemployed Floridians, Eikenberg was being paid $15,000 a month. And after getting laid off, he “loaded the clan into their Chevy Suburban and drove to Atlanta to see the Braves take on the Houston Astros.”
Read it and weep.
More from Ken Silverstein:
Perspective — October 23, 2013, 8:00 am
How pro-oil Louisiana politicians have shaped American environmental policy
Postcard — October 16, 2013, 8:00 am
A trip to one of the properties at issue in Louisiana’s oil-pollution lawsuits
Estimated chance, worldwide, that a father is unknowingly raising another man’s child:
A Spanish design student created a speech-recognition pillow into which the restive confide their worries, which are then printed out in the morning.
The mayor of Sacramento filed for a restraining order against the City of Sacramento.
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“Shelby is waiting for something. He himself does not know what it is. When it comes he will either go back into the world from which he came, or sink out of sight in the morass of alcoholism or despair that has engulfed other vagrants.”