I’ve recently written a series of stories about the Scioto Marsh area in Ohio during the Great Depression. The Marsh had been drained, leaving rich black soil that was quite conducive for growing onions. And, in turn, onion farms started up across the marsh. Subsequently, people moved from all parts of Ohio, Indiana, Kentucky… to work in the onion fields. They lived in shacks on the periphery, had gardens, and families worked sun-up to sun-down, side by side, in the fields. It toughened them. Family solidity increased exponentially. And neighbors helped neighbors regularly, in the most meaningful of ways. I have, more than a few times, said to reporters that another Great Depression would be a good thing for the country. What these Americans of yesteryear developed, in the midst of the Depression, were tremendously valuable spiritual qualities. And at the end of the day, or one’s lifetime for that matter, that is, most assuredly, what is going to matter most.