An Economist Is A Man Who Knows

Sharing Our Depressions Felt Like Having Survived A War. The Experience Bonds You To The Other Person For Life.

And Man Created The Plastic Bag And The Tin And Aluminum Can And The Cellophane Wrapper And The Paper Plate, And This Was Good Because Man Could Then Take His Automobile And Buy All His Food In One Place And He Could Save That Which Was Good To Eat In The Refrigerator And Throw Away That Which Had No Further Use. And Soon The Earth Was Covered With Plastic Bags And Aluminum Cans And Paper Plates And Disposable Bottles And There Was Nowhere To Sit Down Or Walk, And Man Shook His Head And Cried: "look At This Godawful Mess.

New York Was The Glamorous Town That You Only See Now In Old Movies And On Broadway Stages. The Sky Was Lit Up With Dancing Neon Signs. It Was Safe To Walk Out In The Streets.

This Is What Makes Me Happy: Remembering Where I Put My House Keys.

I Have No Idea Where I'm Going But Here's The Real Question: What Am I Doing Here In The First Place?