A Weird Sort of Sense
It remains one of the most jarring things anyone has ever said to me, one of those unplanned, unguarded lines people occasionally utter that are completely crazy, but at the same time make a weird sort of sense. It was January of 2009, and the bottom was beginning to drop out. If you were there, you’ll remember. The Great Recession was just starting to show the top of its ugly head on the horizon. As Stephen King might say, people could not yet see it, but they could smell it. The governor had announced unsettling predictions for the coming fiscal year and, in response, county officials had abruptly announced a freeze on as much spending as the law would allow. So there I was in the office of the deputy…