A Re-Post from Golden Age of Gaia
I bumped into some folks from out of town in a neighborhood restaurant.
They were actually reading the Golden Age of Gaia when we saw each other.
Leaving that pleasant surprise aside, I think that one part of the conversation we subsequently had should be reproduced here, while respecting their anonymity.
They wanted to give me (the Michaelangelo Fund, the Hope Chest) some of their money. They had a small number of Zim notes.
They live in a small British-Columbia Interior town. Many people there have been laid off because the forest-products industry is languishing. Automation has killed off many more jobs. Things are not going well for many parts of the community.