Here it is, one of the hottest days of the year in the Sandhills of Nebraska, and the neighbor, dropping in to leave a stack of wooden stakes for the prairie archaeologist, asked where I'm going for.....New Year's Eve.
Ooops, I hadn't even begun to think about that yet.
At sporadic times before I moved here, and every single year since I've been here, I've always made it a point to spend New Year's Eve under the roof of a poor man.
I forget the source of this; it could have been in one of the stories by Asch or Aleichem, or other Yiddish folklore, where it is promised that if one spends New Year's Eve enjoying the hospitality of a poor man, God gives him wealth all the coming year. I read the story when I was a little lad, and was impressed.
I'm sure everybody recalls where franksolich spent New Year's Eve 2007.
Anyway, so I'm now starting to think; where should I spend this coming New Year's Eve enjoying the hospitality of a poor man? It has to be within circa 350-400 miles of here, three days away from home tops, and the man has to be abysmally poor.
The problem is, in George Bush's (and the first George Bush's and Ronald Reagan's) America, poverty isn't what it used to be. If one were to believe the primitives on Skins's island, these are the worst times since the Israelites were in slavery in ancient Egypt, but the primitives don't know shit.
There is a stratospheric difference between being poor in 2008, and having been poor in 1978.
Not to mention there is a universe of difference between being poor in America, and poor in one of the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants with free medical care for all.
Anybody have any suggestions for me to think about, taking into consideration the geographic and time limitations?