Hardyville Crashes the Twenty-First Century Party
Claire Wolfe at Backwoods Home Magazine - Hardyville goes south. Oh my! [clairefiles]
"There's a big party goin' on out there," Bob whined. "And you know what? We're missin' out on all the fun."
Sad as it is to admit, there's a truth to what Bob said. Here we'd been sitting on our own humble little gold standard, still buying coffee for a tiny little chip of metal (or a metal-backed paper receipt from Barney's Bank). Owning homes that hadn't inflated since great-granny's day. Taking care of ourselves and each other without any fancy federal programs. Why, we hadn't even had a good war since Nat went off and fought at Anzio. We not only hadn't found any weapons of mass destruction; we hadn't even spent one dollar, let alone hundreds of billions of the things, looking for any.
Worst of all -- we've always had this embarrassing habit of spending no more than we make. And usually even (I cringe in shame to admit) spending less. It's dull, dull, dull, dull, dull. Face it. The Hardyville life has been as uptight as a Victorian matron in a whalebone-and-steel corset.
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