May 13
I was wrong. I still don’t understand it, but the market tanked again when it opened, and they suspended trading again. Meanwhile—and again, I don’t understand the connection—oil prices have skyrocketed. They’re saying the price of gas may double before summer. I hope they’re wrong.
My friend Bill, naturally, predicts the worst. It is, he says, the final demise of capitalism. I doubt that: whatever happens, capitalism will survive. It is the nature of people to trade what they have for what they need. It cannot be stamped out, even by the most dedicated and totalitarian Marxists. Given any level of free will, people will engage in trade.
I doubt Bill’s dire predictions, of course. Still, I’m glad we’ve done some preparedness.
After three days of bad news on the television, Sarah and I decide to go into Cedar City for a night on the town: date night. We eat at our favorite Mexcan restaurant, where she has the usual quesadilla and refried beans and I have my usual carnitas plate with corn tortillas. Then we head over to Home Depot and peruse the garden section— holding hands, of course, because it's date night, after all.
Sarah is taken with a reddish shrub. "Do you think that would grow at our place?" she asks.
I check the tag: Zone 5. "Not a chance," I reply. "It would never survive the winter."
We settle on some strawberries and a tomato plant, pay at the register, and head for home.
After three days of bad news on the television, Sarah and I decide to go into Cedar City for a night on the town: date night. We eat at our favorite Mexcan restaurant, where she has the usual quesadilla and refried beans and I have my usual carnitas plate with corn tortillas. Then we head over to Home Depot and peruse the garden section— holding hands, of course, because it's date night, after all.
Sarah is taken with a reddish shrub. "Do you think that would grow at our place?" she asks.
I check the tag: Zone 5. "Not a chance," I reply. "It would never survive the winter."
We settle on some strawberries and a tomato plant, pay at the register, and head for home.
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