First Eggs, now Corn!

I remember when gas was less then a dollar per gallon. Cigarettes were under three dollars. And a dozen ears of fresh picked country corn from the backroads of Wisconsins farmland was less then a dollar. I remember a lot of things, back in the cheaper years, when a common man could afford a starter home with an average salary. I feel so old now even though I still have a few years left before I kiss forty. 

Now a dozen ears of corn costs seven dollars. Seven dollars! Soon, it'll be a dollar per ear, maybe ten for a dozen. 

In thirty years, the price of fresh summer corn has gone up a whole decimal point. From .75 to 7.50, that's a huge increase. Imagine if your hourly salary went from $7.50 to $75. Its basically the same thing. 

And as a result, its become expensive just to survive. This system is out of order in all the worst ways. But no matter what happens, I have faith things are the way they were meant to be. If I'm not strong enough to survive then do I deserve to live? 

Personally, I dont feel that way while I write this. I can only control what I can control. Mostly my behavior, my conduct and anything placed under my supervision; and even then I don't control people. I expect anyone under my supervision to lead themselves. I'll guide them through procedure, answer any questions to the best of my ability and point them in the right direction, but unless you're a fifteen year old girl, you should know how to at least babysit yourself. 

The Devil in the Details

I swear nothing brings out the worst in people then me writing fiction. I quit my job last year because my manager, the owners nephew, wante...