A company town in through the looking glass.

  • April 21, 2025, 4:37 a.m.
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We are mired in uncertainty. Our jobs are both in more precarious positions than we had anticipated. A mistake in the continuing resolution that the House seems in no hurry to fix has made it so our city cannot spend its local funds or get its budget approved for next year. So I worry too about the possible impacts on our kids’ school, our emergency services, crime.

I worry, but I’m not consumed by it. We have, after all, lived in one form of uncertainty or another for many of the years of our life in this city. So I know how to sit with it, this loss of control, or rather perhaps the loss of the illusion of control.

But I am tired.

I wonder aloud to David: would it have been easier if we had built our life elsewhere?

Perhaps a Midwestern or Rust Belt city (perhaps the one we went to college in), somewhere less touched by pandemic restrictions, less likely to attract angry mobs or concentrated disdain, less subject to the whims of an inept and disinterested governing body, in short, a different kind of company town.


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