Today Dr. Fiancée (she’ll be Dr. Wife as of Saturday afternoon!) and I are closing on a house in the small town where we’ll be moving once she completes residency. We weren’t going to purchase a home at this point, but when another house we’d looked at went under contract, we started looking again.
The house we’re purchasing today had gone through a couple of price reductions since we’d first seen it on Zillow. Dr. F looked at me and said, “I want this house,” so I went to work.
This Wednesday we’re taking a break from Bigfoot to talk about another terrifying creature: the Federal Reserve System.
I don’t typically write about the Federal Reserve System because, well, I don’t really get it. Sure, I’ve taught about it, and I get the general gist of what it is alleged to do, but like most Americans, I know that it tinkers with interest rates and is incredibly boring.
As a kid, I’d hear about Alan Greenspan and how significant he was. Janet Yellen, the who I thought was still the chair of the Fed (nope—she’s the Secretary of Treasury now, apparently), sounds like a walrus with head cold, and strikes me as about as lively as block of wood. These are not inspiring or interesting people, but they are immensely powerful.
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