VOTE WITH YOUR POCKETBOOK
Thursday afternoon I was strolling through downtown St. Petersburg with a friend. It was a beautiful, warm, breezy, Spring day. The city was humming with activities and pedestrian's conversations. A rally was being held in the park. Waitresses and waiters were hustling along the sidewalk's many restaurants keeping customers fed and happy. As my friend and I approached the street corner, we were greeted by two young college students. They asked, if we could make a $20 monthly donation to help their cause. They proceeded with a well rehearsed and articulate five minute speech, which lacked not in fervor or conviction. A ll I could focus on, was the recent bombardment of dozens of requests for donations from every organization I have ever signed up with. My involvement in these various organizations emerged from my desire to support causes I felt important and valuable to common concerns. I also wanted to be...