Today I stopped in to the health food store for some oregano oil. I later wound up burning my nostrils by putting a few drops up my nose . I felt like a boxer after a first-round knockout. Anyways, while standing at the checkout counter, I saw a woman cough; I kept my distance. While the the clerk motioned to me to come close, I said politely, “I am keeping my distance”. The woman who had coughed immediately got insulted. As I was paying by cash she said: “You know there are more germs in that money than there is in anything. Besides I’m healthy”. I responded, “Yes, you’re right”, and walked to the door, splashed some sanitizer on my hands, and walked out.
While walking home, I soon had one of those “ah ha” moments. I reflected on an article I had read a few months into the Trump administration; the author, a famous American economist, predicted that the Federal Treasury would eventually eliminate all cash money. At the time thought he was joking. He predicted that shifting from a cash to credit would also enable our leaders to know how we spent our money, and even more important, where, when and how we were living our lives. (Many have since predicted this, see New York Times, Market Watch, and Forbes ).
Since reading those words, I have always wondered how the obliteration of our cash culture would occur. What or who would be the catalyst? After today, it is suddenly clear as a bell. We will now be told that the dirtiest thing we touch is the money and to prevent the spread of our current plague, we must eliminate the green.
For last several days a new story has reached the press: our government wants to track us in the name of public health. First the sick will be tracked, then all of us. We all will be mapped: sick and healthy, spendthrift and spenders, travelers by plane, bus, tractor, scooter or foot.
My nostrils still burn from the oregano oil. My fresh vegetables are waiting for me. Of course, I have to wash them, first with soap and water, and then perhaps with the tears that are still rolling down my cheek from a pain of knowing, the pain of growing.