Letter: My wishes on the Depression of 2008

I wish that if a gas station charges $4 per gallon for gasoline, they could at least clean my windows, pump the gas and put air in my tires. I wish that after paying for car insurance for 40 years and being accident-free, my insurance company would give me a free year.

I wish the word dream home would disappear. I wish that instead of spending millions of dollars to blast things into outer space, the money could be spent here on Earth. Beam me up, Scottie, indeed.

I wish Detroit could invent a car that is cheap! I don't even need carpeting or a radio. I wish celebrities would go away and their exorbitant salaries could be used to buy groceries. I wish the war in Iraq was over. I wish America was the best nation again.

I wish employers would just put people to work instead of searching for the best possible candidate. I wish minimum wage was $20 an hour. I wish the part-time job would disappear. I wish that graveyard shifts would disappear. They put people in graveyards.

I wish all Americans were computer literate and no one could be discriminated against because they don't know Excel or Power Point. I wish all jobs were returned to America. I never want to speak to an operator in India again. I wish clothing was made in America again and would last more than six months. I wish we could use horses and dogs for transportation again. I wish the term global economy would disappear. I wish they made good movies again. I wish it was 1962 again.

I wish that years from now we will look back at the Depression of 2008 and remember that we became a better nation, that many of us finally lost weight because we couldn't afford food; that we put things in perspective and quit spending $500 on purses; that our communities came together; that homelessness ended; that mansions ended; that barns were built for our horses; that people stayed home, started singing in the living room; that instead of jetting off to Hawaii we took a week at the lake in a tent and roasted marshmallows and sang Red River Valley around a campfire.

I wish 50 years from now our children will still be talking about the Great Depression of 2008, saying it gave them strength and character to restore America to the greatness it deserves. Amen.

Jamie Nay

Kingman