This week could make you jittery. Galveston, Texas, the city Glen Cambell sang about, is all but destroyed by a hurricane. Some of our giant financial institutions are tottering and our political campaign is not the lofty exchange of ideas that we hoped for.
What do we Americans do? I was at the library yesterday and noticed that a lot of us turn to reading mysteries when our external world makes no sense. There we can see order restored and the guilty brought to justice. The world makes sense again.
But that's not all we do. A lot of us belong to organizations that try to make our communities better. Yesterday at a Kiwanis luncheon, I saw the group's president give a very nice check to the migrant mission. Sad truth is that the people who harvest our food barely make enough to feed themselves. So local organizations have raised money for food, books, medical care and summer camp for the children. One of the women's groups I belong to raises money for scholarships for mature women; another brings classes and reading materials for women in prison.
At these service groups we come together for food and fellowship but mostly we come together so our world makes sense again. As long as we all keep chugging along trying to make our communities better for everyone, I can't help but think it's going to be okay.