It came as no shock as I looked at the paper that our noble Leaders declared our Nation’s economic plight. Vaguely, I understood the declarations after earnestly seeking employment for the past two years, though never in Cincinnati. Maybe my first clue was the infinite numbers who trod the highways from nowhere to anywhere searching for a friendly face and a pot of somewhere beans on the side of the road. The $miling faces of Henry Kissinger and foreign Dignitaries sipping martinis around the Table of Salt has non meaning as the daily want-ad routine is fulfilled amid articles of depression-hunger-recession-starvation, saturating the local paper.