Another Day

I’m back to work today. Nothing much has changed. There are still unwanted and neglected children in Las Vegas; indeed, the world. As someone who still prefers a window seat on airliners so that I can watch the heavens and earth pass by, it is impossible for me to understand that for some people the miracle of a child is anything but. We all see them everyday; the children born out of wedlock, the children of divorce, the children. They understand the implied message loud and clear: you’re not wanted. What are they to do? A very unscientific guess on my part is that an average child support award is somewhere in the neighborhood of $300 per month. How in God’s name is that supposed to compensate for the feelings of abandonment and insecurity? We Americans humor ourselves by believing that the law can handle everything, that we can legislate morality. Really? In our pursuit of self-gratification we are literally throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Excuse me, it’s time to start hunting down more absent parents to get them to cough up the $10 a day that must make it possible for them to sleep at night.