I took a small look in that fold that was my wallet. Gone was the green, replaced by poly wafers striped black for swiping. Feeling lucky that my swipe was still potent, I could hear down the Wasatch Valley their plaintive scream, "I'm outmanned, outgunned, outcashflowed, outfinanced,...."
Music alights only briefly in the distance; is it the calvary come to call? Or some pioneer spirit on the loose? Conference is the lead story....
In the race between life and debt, who will be the winner?
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