Travis remarked that the portfolio should carry some equities which might ameliorate the inflation bite against the day "when a new Chevy costs $40,000."
And we all giggled and snorted at John D. MacDonald's wild imagination and sense of the ridiculous. I was as guilty as anyone, having in that era purchased a brand new Plymouth Volare station wagon for about $4,700. (Excuse: wife, two kids, dog, long commute, scuba tanks. I was such a damned Republican.)
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Of course the trillion dollar coin would be absolutely and precisely identical to pixie dust. So what? What the Hell do we think that hundred-dollar bill we keep stuffed in our wallet's secret compartment represents?
2 comments:
First, great to see the JDM story!
Second, while he wasn't so great on firearm tactics, he did write terrific stories.
thx,
gfa
Some Thoughts that I just can't suppress:
If I got a trillion dollar coin, I would take it to the grocery store, and buy a pack of gum, just to mess with the cashier.
Just because you mint the coin, doesn't mean that anyone is forced to accept it as payment.
Talk about cranking up the printing presses! Lets make the idea twice as good, and make two of those things.
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