Trust the hands to catch. I sit across the table from a good man. Good and afraid. His fear is honest. Stocks are down.
Inflation is up.
He has payroll to meet and bills to pay. He hasn't squandered or gambled or played. He has worked hard and prayed often, but now he's afraid. Beneath the flannel suit lies a timid heart. He stirs his coffee and stares at me with the eyes of Wile E. Coyote who just realized he's run beyond the edge of a cliff.