Not that I wish to reinforce the State or its money, but yesterday my bill came to $52 and change at a store where I’m friendly with the cashier, a lady of about 40. As I pulled out 3 twenties, I impulsively asked her “Do you know who’s on a twenty?” “No,” she said. An older man of 65 was there and he had been joking around, so I asked him, and he didn’t know either. Interpret this as you will, perhaps as a healthy disregard of reverence to the money and its symbols, or a disregard for irrelevant information, … Continue reading Who’s on a Twenty Dollar Bill?