Virginia Is For Families

I saw recently that gold was way up and the stock market was sliding a bit. I don’t actually go and look at the numbers but if I hear something in passing it registers. There was a time when I followed all of this stuff but it’s an anxiety producing activity and who needs those?

Especially when it is time to relax and enjoy life. I want to enjoy my semi-retirement as they say. And you can’t do that if you worry too much about the value of the money. That’s right. I said the VALUE of the money. Because what you have stashed away can be worth a lot or it can be worth nothing if the government decides to allow inflation to solve some of its problems.

History is full of such instances of course. And it looked for awhile like we were going to be added to the pile. But RR was president at the time and he said “Read my lips!”. Oh wait. That was the other guy. RR said we are going to whip inflation and so we had a pretty bad recession. But inflation never went away completely. It still eats away at the value of our savings. It’s just a question of how much and how fast.

So I don’t worry about it. I worry about things that are small enough to put in a cage like an alligator or a chimpanzee. There was a picture in the news recently of an alligator with the arm of his trainer or his vet in his mouth. It was the most astounding photo. And I didn’t put it in Virginia Breeze because I have good taste sometimes.
But I’m sure Captain Hook Jr. understands what I am talking about after his experience. Let’s worry about crossing the street without getting hit. This morning I was up before the crack of dawn down on Monument Ave taking pictures to show you. There was little traffic and I walked around a bit. I’m very self conscious in situations like that and expect to be arrested at any moment. “What law did I break officer?”

“You were not in your car and you were taking photos of Mr. Robert Lee up there on his horse.”

Can I plead guilty and pay a fine or must I go to jail?

Anyway, it was going well until I arrived at the wonderful monument to Arthur Ashe. After taking some photos I started to get back into my car. The door was open and one leg was hanging out there while I tried to coordinate all my moving parts and the camera.

When suddenly this old beat up van whizzed by within a foot from my foot. And I thought “Why did he do that?” There was two lanes and plenty of room. There is a stop light right there and everyone had a chance to watch me work.

A fascinating occupation while sitting at a light I might add. But not for somebody apparently.

If I don’t come back from one of my little forays downtown I want everyone to leave comments so I will have something to do while I rest in my hospital bed.

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