Gordon Cooper: Who was
the best pilot I ever saw? Well, uh, you're lookin' at 'im.
…
John Glenn: I'm tired
of being forthright, gracious and magnanimous.
Gordon Cooper: Yeah.
John Glenn: I'm tired
of these stupid questions from the press.
-The Right Stuff
In preparation for an Irish Wake this evening I became a bit reminiscent of family and such.
Had the memory of when as a lad lived ‘downstate in the sticks’
for a few years where , foreshadowing my future as a trader, across the street from me resided a fella of the name of Cash Dollar.
(Honest to goodness!) Oh… he would also wear a big hat and walk around in a
stars and stripes get-up from time-to-time.
Mr. Dollar owned horses and he would corral them with an
electric fence. Not enough to harm the
horse, the fence’s setting was strong enough
though, to get their attention.
As a young’un was into a young’un’s ways and sometimes out
of love and devotion , of course, was perhaps just a tad bit mischievous toward some of me
dear relatives. My plan, admittedly a bit reckless, was to apply the juice
meant to apply said ‘horse sense’ in a less than judicious manner to whoever
happened to be visiting at the time.
Would not usually have
difficulty luring the relative, and am ‘membering a specific occurrence with a
cousin, to feed apples to the horses,
and invariably this fella had a pretty
big construct, although sometimes it varied, on the setup. ..
With this cousin the sting was the ‘passioned representation
that I had in fact procured superhuman powers and that as proof would lay hands
upon her where she would both feel my power and might.
Upon my plaintive cry would then grab the electric fence and reach over to the victim
and give them literally a jolt.
Truth being stranger am sure the analogy is not lost on you
gentle reader.
If I were the Fed, and my dear cousin Marie were …well… you, my dear fellow surplus eater, can only
assure you that the expression on her face from this betrayal should clearly imitate that yonder on yours.
Delivering dollar’s juice might be couched with nice apples
but betrayal ain’t going to go down
well.
Our testy solons though are confident
that it will be Japan first (after
Europa) or at least for what passes as confidence these days from the fireman
that go from room to room putting out the work of their arson.
These troubles
always end in currency crises don’tcha know.
Yeh and they do too.
