Saturday, August 01, 2015

4081 Conversation with my heir apparent

Sunday, August 1, 2015

Only after the last tree has been cut down.
Only after the last river has been poisoned.
Only after the last fish has been caught.
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.
--Cree Prophecy--


Bombing down the highway in the BMW convertible, top down, wind in our hair, sun on our faces.  We pull into my driveway and stop, and then there's a 4-year-old voice from the toddler seat in the back:



When you die...


Can I have this car?

Yeah. You can have all my jewelry, too.

OK.  But don't die until I can reach the pedals.

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