When Mr. DJ and I put much of our stuff in storage for a summer filled with moves (first from our palatial manse which we sold, then to a cottage by a lake, then to a cottage on an island in the lake — remember? the one with a one -holer that enthralled me far too much to be healthy? — and then, finally, to a cottage by the sea — is everyone up to speed now?) we asked the woman behind the counter at the storage place if they ever had any one sleeping at the facility.
She just looked at us funny, but as a joke — considering the rent we’re paying – we’d said immediately upon sliding the garage door open to our 10×20 bin that it would be cheaper to just bunk there for a while. There’s a bathroom down the hall, it’s climate-controlled, and my work is just a few miles away.
We were kidding. But recently, a husband and wife in Phoenix both lost their jobs, had multiple other setbacks, and moved into a storage bin set aside for homeless families by an organization called Save the Family Arizona.
I so appreciate Huffington Post’s bearing witness, and I am mindful that we are not out of this financial crisis until everyone is out of this financial crisis, and not just middle-class families down on their luck, but the chronically homeless, the woman who can’t afford her medication, the guy who smells when he comes into the 7-11, the kid with the wild hair who sings in the park. Everybody.
That’s it. Sermon’s over. Now get back to your business.
Turns out we’re not the first people to think of this.
Depends who you ask, but a woman makes just less than 77 cents for every dollar a man makes working in a comparable job.
