I just run the old black and white films through my head where some poor bastard is holding a wheelbarrow full of Deutchmarks or standing on a ledge in NYC with suit pockets stuffed with stock certificates, then I go buy another tool or make something work that was broken.

I’ve got a box of spent brass and copper bars (old electrical bits)that I may stamp into DanCoins.

I might even put my own image on them, but probably my cats on both sides. Better: a cat and a mouse, so you can flip it and watch the chase. I presume there will be a lot of coin flipping time in the soup lines.

“Who made you God?”

“I did. That’s the prerogative of being one.”