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I think there is general agreement that the highlight of Dr. Manning's rant that I posted yesterday, was his description of Barack Obama as a long-legged pimp. Priceless.
If you have an hour to invest, I would invite you to listen to this week's This American Life podcast, called The Giant Pool of Money. It is a one-hour tutorial on the greed and stupidity that drove the mortgage boom and bust. It is not so much a financial program as a human interest one.
I got an interesting first-hand glimpse into how the wealthy spend their days today. At least one wealthy, early middle-aged mom, anyway.
I walked over to Starbucks this morning and was sitting in a cushy armchair, when I noticed a woman come into the store wearing a kind of rubber boots. Mukluks of sorts, or maybe I'm thinking of boots worn by a person who mucks around in the mud.
A few weeks ago, Aiden, one of my little guys, and I walked to the same Starbucks and I saw this women then too. I remembered having wondered then what she did that required those boots. As luck would have it, she took the chair next to me while she waited for her order, so I asked her about the boots.
It seems that six days a week she rides horses for pleasure. The boots are convenient for doing the prep work required in riding, before she dons her good riding boots. Simple enough.
She went on to tell me that she is married to a very successful businessman and is a stay-at-home mom, with teenage children. She also has the time and means to pursue horsey stuff as a hobby.
After a few moments of chatting, she said that she had to leave because she had a riding lesson to get to. I was walking out the side door and I noticed that she was getting into a new Mercedes. Must be nice.
Of course, it's all relative. A guy I know is pretty happy being semi-retired, even if he doesn't have the time, money or inclination for the pursuits of the upper crust. I'm content to while away the hours, conferring with the flowers and chasing hardware.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky