Reblogged from Barb Taub:
The Money Supply and me.
“No thanks,” I say. It’s my standard response when the Hub invites me to come along to some work conference in an exotic location. I picture myself in a glamourous foreign locale I’ve only ever seen in a James Bond film or the windows of mall travel agents. But instead of being surrounded by Daniel Craig and/or foreign locale residents holding out perfectly shaken-not-stirred foreign alcoholic beverages, I know I’ll be surrounded by economists. Because here’s the thing. They might be in paradise, but economists will still be talking about economics. They can’t help themselves, poor things.
But when the Hub mentioned the conference on Ischia, an island off Italy’s Amalfi Coast, I hesitated. When he showed me pictures of the flower bedecked pools and charming old world villages, I wavered. And then—because he has no shame and has known me for over forty years—he sweetened the deal. (Sadly, he did NOT try to claim Daniel Craig would be in the next room. I’ve known the Hub over forty years as well.)
HUB: “Did I mention we’ll be in Naples? Where pizza was invented and achieved its most perfect form?”
ME: (Cursing his diabolical knowledge of my fatal weakness): “When do we leave?”
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