Last night I attended a multi-school choir performance at McQueen High School. A woman sat down behind the man next to me, and the conversation went something like this:

Woman: Hi, I haven’t seen you for a while. I hear you’re moving.

Man: Yeah, my house is in foreclosure.

Woman: That’s terrible.

Man: What can I do? A $2000 payment, and I’m just one person. I don’t have a college education. I got that job driving a bus. It’s hard. But you gotta do what you gotta to do and make the best of it. At least the apartments are paid for, so I can move there. I’m luckier than most.

Woman: What about so-and-so?

Man: They’re losing their house too. It’s terrible. I stopped making payments in June.

Woman: Didn’t you just move there, that’s awful. Wow, nine months.

Man: Yeah, it’s hard. Thank godness for so-and-so, I don’t know what I’d do without them. But, what can you do?

This was a nice guy, well dressed, with a friendly smile, just like any other Nevadan you’d see on the street. A single parent, he was there to see his child perform. He seemed to be hanging out in his house, ready to go as soon as someone shows up to kick him out, staying as long as possible to conserve capital. The bus job was a stopgap, something he had to take because his real career, whatever it was, had clearly evaporated.

The show went on, and the kids were spectacular. Westergard, Rollan Melton, Sarah Winnemucca, Billinghurst and McQueen all participated, and the McQueen Jazz Choir was absolutely outstanding… it was like listening to Manhattan Transfer.

I wonder, how many of these kids will kicked out of their homes this year?