Here in Baltimore we live in a big city, with lofty ideas of living, that may be copied by our offspring, and many others trying to figure out what it takes to live comfortably in a big city. Cars, taxis, Mass Transit, and other modes of transportation, let alone which neighborhood you reside. They all require finances.
Many of the older heads speak of the golden years, when an education guaranteed a job, the financial ability to leave the “nest”, strike out on one’s own, and loudly say, “Thank you Dad, Mom!”. Today, the kids are moving back to Mom and Dad. Why?
Gas from the 1970’s to now, took an astronomical jettison, $4 per gallon, and everything attached itself to it, even a box of cereal, is the same a gallon of gas, milk as well! “Paper or plastic”. But wait, Wall Street is making a ton, some college Presidents are making $9million per year, and pizza has relegated the hamburger. McDonalds get scared, and sent out $1 menu dog. Economic demise has brought out the “dog” in some of us. Many tried occupying Wall Street for several weeks. Some stuffed their mattresses, when no one was looking, bra cups were’t big enough. Some burnt property to prevent the other from getting it, and guns, GUNSSS! The Jacksons sued and lost. The working dogs got mad and began barking for a living wage of $15 per hour! Will the money dogs give in?
Which brings me to Stuart Stein, he decided to protest the economic meltdown by staging an art exhibition, aptly named, “Dog Eat Dog”. And he named the dogs in the fight, Dow, Margin, Hedgefund, Risk, Debt. You can buy any of his paintings at the FLECKENSTEIN Gallery on Keswick road.
So what kind of dog are you? Which one will you buy to reflect you, during the economic meltdown? Are you one of those I saw in the Baltimore Style magazine?
You “dog” you.