ORIGINAL: Highway 61

[b]Grandchildren of the Joad family, no doubt.[/b] 

“It was early one morning,
and I was strolling,
through the wheat fields waving,
and the dust clouds rolling,
as the fog was lifting,
a voice came calling,
saying, this land was made for you and me.”
Woody Guthrie

Just like dust bowl days.  Homeless, hoboes, unemployed, mortgage underwater.  Even so everything will work itself out, until the next cycle.

Interesting transcript from PBS / Jim Lehrer:
http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/business/july-dec09/undercounted_07-02.html