in America…simplified by me. I think of America as a game of Monopoly. I grew up in the small State capital of Vermont–Montpelier. A town where all business were owned by my neighbors. Everyone knew that if we wanted Montpelier to thrive, we needed to support our neighbors. Easy enough, there were no giant Wal-marts there.
I am now living in Birmingham, Alabama. Privately owned business are few & far between. We’ve got the BIG DOGS here. The BIG DOGS are the corporations or the franchises that exist to support a very few. The BIG DOGS gobble up everything. In the game of Monopoly, the corporations cover the board. They make the rules & they have the money.
In my (little) mind, the only way to gain any ground in this game is to support our neighbors, our farmers, our soap makers, our Farmer’s Markets, our privately owned business. We can’t change the world, but maybe we can change our neighborhoods?
Some of these pictures are from the Farmer’s Market is a few minutes from my house, located at the Summit. These farmers come in with their locally grown food. I want them to gain ground & succeed. I want them not to sell the farm to the corporations so we can have another Wal-Mart or another ugly strip mall. I want my corner of the board to be full of successful people…we are all born to be good at something. Some of us are good at making money grow. Some of us are good at making food grow.
I know you can’t eat money.