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October 3, 2012
LETíS POSIT THAT eleven years ago my wife and I inherited from our respective grandparents a combined six hundred thousand dollars. Six or seven, say.

OK. Letís further establish that we were both in good health, depression notwithstanding, and both educated. Letís say we bought into a house and cars, and comfortably dabbled at hobbies while raising two boys.

OK. Take that depression, and add the Bush recession. Knead. Add a special-needs diagnosis and HUGE amounts of dissociation and resentment. Boil off passion and purpose. Caramelize the depression admixture. Broil for a decade.

Serve.

That goddamned money. Good riddance.