They are easy to see in Erie, Pennsylvania, 17 and 18 year old and older kids with no where to go and gliding together on the sidewalk departing from no where either. They don’t walk fast because they need to kill time slowly, to make the day tolerably last, like inmates in a prison. Metal spikes jut from their noses and ears while multi -colored tattoos adorn their arms and legs framing a colorful life these kids will never live. The next generation walk from just about ghost-town strip malls to gas stations to corners, smoking a cigarette they hawked, making endless small talk as if they were 80 year old retirees reliving piloting planes in past wars and travels on navy ships that took them around the world free of charge. They are the “outsourced generation”. Not only have we outsourced their jobs that once beckoned them to factories and shops with livable wages, health care and a pension, but we have outsourced their imagination and their creativity.