Listen carefully

Welcome to this week’s Reno News & Review.

Cool week. Take a short vacation, come back to work for four days and then take three days off. How much easier can life get? Makes me nervous, though. Must be something not being attended to. Perhaps I forgot to condition the hair suspending Damocles’ little dagger, or maybe the second shoe dropped, and I didn’t hear it in the echoes of the fireworks from John Ascuaga’s Nugget or the shouts from the conservative hostage takers in Carson City.

At any rate, it’s time to get back into the swing of things for real. Deidre’s got a couple really nice pieces in this week’s paper. I just love it when she puts on her social crusader hat like she did for this week’s cover story. It certainly illustrates a hole in services provided by local government—some of our children are out on the streets with little in the way of support or help. Somehow, it’s easy just to assume that things are being taken care of. I wonder why I’ve never heard about this before.

Maybe it’s because my ears have been filled with the sounds of plenty that fill my life: computers, stereos, brain candy on TV. More probably, though, it’s the distraction of my kitchen remodel—regular readers will recall I moved into a different home in February. Another week and a half, and I’ll be able to make some just-add-water noodles on the stovetop. Hard as it may be to believe, it is possible to barbecue too often, eat at too many restaurants and overuse the microwave.

Be that as it may, it’s pretty hard to complain about not being able to find my bread in my disrupted home when I read there are children, some living within blocks of this office, who don’t have any bread and don’t know where their next meal is going to come from. I wonder how many other people have trouble hearing the whispered pleas of the poor over the din of their own prosperity.