Category: Talking Trash
Ten Unusual Signs You’re Kicking Butt Financially
By world and historic standards, I’ve lived a charmed life. Great family, Norman Rockwell community, material comfort, plenty of opportunity, and plenty of freedom. I wasn’t an evil One-Percenter, mind you. Not by a long shot. My dad was a cop and my mom was a medical records clerk. But I never wanted for anything.…
Are You Ashamed of Your Wealth?
The other day I came across a very interesting opinion piece in the New York Times about rich New Yorkers. Apparently a number of rich New Yorkers are ashamed of their wealth. They even go to such drastic lengths as removing the price tags from the purchases that enter their homes, less the help happen upon…
The Groovy Money Map
When two of my favorite bloggers, Chris from Apathy Ends and Mr. BOAS from Budget on a Stick, decide to map their personal finances for the world, and artfully issue a clarion call for other bloggers to do likewise, I don’t ask questions. I simply obey my esteemed brothers-in-arms with all deliberate speed. Here, then,…
I Got Nothing
Hey, groovy freedomists. Sorry about this. I usually write two posts a week. But this week life got in the way, and I couldn’t complete my Friday post. Damn! No one ever said blogging and retirement were going to be easy. I did, however, summon the energy to shoot another edition of Talking Trash this…
Thank You Taxpayers
I’ll never forget Denise. She was a fellow Highway Division employee who worked in the personnel office. And she was a classic bureaucrat—semi-competent, lazy, and way too complainy and gossipy. I liked Denise. She had a wry sense of humor and wore these very cool vintage cat eyeglasses. And because I liked her, I had…