The Long Way Home 11.15.24
Mom used to say, with obvious disdain toward whoever she directed it at, "They only worship the Almighty dollar!" Dollars were scarce occasionally in my house, so I knew dollars were necessary but not omnipotent. We worshipped God and Lutefisk in that order. When I could, I worshipped baseball. Doing post-high school planning, the allure of the almighty dollar became increasingly apparent. My parents, stretched to the limit supporting my older sister's education, explained that if I wanted to attend college and defer the draft, I would need to find a way to pay for it. This marked the beginning of my own pursuit of the almighty dollar without succumbing to its worship. The folks taught me, through osmosis, I suppose, to know when enough is enough when it comes to money. In the days following last Tuesday's presidential election, I've grown tired of hearing about what the Democrats need to do to bring more voters to the table, not to mention all the post mortems