The Muse is Loose

Do you remember the first time you borrowed money, or the first time you loaned some? I used to loan Leon Eisen, a jewish friend in junior high, a quarter. I had a paper route and so had money. Leon's dad owned a city block in downtown Fort Smith. He never seemed to have any. He would always pay me back. I loaned a man seventy-five dollars to make his car payment. If he didn't I would have to repossess his car. He paid me back. That wasn't the way for a good repo man to do business. I wasn't a good repo man. Borrowing money to buy a car involves thousands at times. Borrowing to buy a house may be in the hundreds of thousands. But seventy-five billion is beyond imagination! That is the figure the politicos are tossing about. I am not even sure it is a loan. All of that is beyond my mind and billfold.
After I was recalled to the military in 1961 and had to resign the church where I served and move to Fort Polk it was a total disruption of our lives. However I felt it was my duty and so we did all that. It was a brief tour and I relocated to Taft. Just a few days after getting there I got a letter from the Department of The Army. It was not thanking me for my service. It was to tell me I had reported to duty a day EARLY and so owed the government $38.00! It angered me but I paid it for there was no choice. Where did those responsible money people go?