Out here in Grand Junction you can get home delivery of the Wall Street Journal if you don't mind receiving yesterday's paper. This day and age, that's like getting two-day-old news, but it's still hard to beat the print Journal for a close reading of the capitalist mindset.
My sister recently subscribed, to use up some expiring airline miles. Since she is out of town, I picked up her papers on the way in to the Day Center where I volunteer on Wednesdays.
My main assignment was orchestrating use of the shower facilities, which is not taxing most of the time. In between signing in guests and then finding them when a shower's available, I sit out in the main room and shoot the bull, stare into space, or read — just like everyone else.
Today was the first time I'd brought my own reading material — and it may have been the first time on record that the Wall Street Journal has ever been inside this service center for the homeless.
As I switched between reading stories and talking to the guests, it was hard to escape the contrasts.
For example, the Carlyle Group has hired a former Morgan Stanley executive to head its new debt-investment and capital-markets businesses. Mitch Petrick was a one-time global head of Morgan Stanley's distressed investing.
About the same time I read that item, I was hearing about Victor's long-lasting run-in with a car dealer who sold him a motor home that broke down after five days. Victor, a laid-off truck driver, filed a suit against the dealer under the state's lemon law. In retaliation, the dealer apparently has been coming by and stripping parts from the vehicle, since he still has a set of keys.
I also learned that LVMH Moet Hennessy Louis Vuitton has revamped its exclusive Ce´line retail operation with the recruitment of fashion designer Phoebe Philo.
Meanwhile Annie had come out of the shower wearing a basketball jersey with the name Hilfiger on the back. "Do I look okay?" she asked Bret, before heading out for the day.
Another woman was already blowing up at the volunteer behind the mail desk because her pick-up notice left here by the post office had expired. She didn't seem interested in reading the article about Intermittent Explosive Disorder therapy.
A couple guys were discussing possible job openings at BJ Services, a well-drilling outfit I worked for 40 years ago. The Journal had an ad for Head of Anti-Money Laundering at the Qatar Financial Centre Regulatory Authority.
NYSE traders will benefit from a remodeling this year that gives them "individual broker stations, with curved glass walls, brighter lighting and, most important, chairs." Bob said he woke up in a pool of water this morning. His tent by the river was pitched in a low spot and the overnight rains collected in his sleeping bag.
[All names of the homeless have been changed.]
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