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12/23/08 - (2)
Dining Out
It's 7:15, this evening, at my neighborhood café, Yet the premises are all but empty, Save for tonight's survivors of the financial crisis — A very surreal sight, here and across America, An austerity rarely seen since the Great Depression.
The college-age waiters and waitresses complain: "There's nobody in the place"; "How can we make any money?"; "We won't be able to pay our way through college If nobody eats out, leaves tips."
And even those who've eluded the doom Are skipping appetizers, sides, passing on desserts, Ordering a single entrée that can feed two or three. Soon, if the clientele achieves genuine penury, This café will be serving only soup and bread.
12/23/08 - (1)
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