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“You have quite a wide range of interests my dear” I uttered after a brief silence.
“What am I going to do with you” she whispered from the edge of sleep. Before I dared respond she said “You listen but you do not hear. People who just throw money into a mutual fund or whatever stock is on the financial news tend to get taken. The slow dividend re-investment path to building wealth is the only sure path to financial stability . . .”
Her words were getting softer the more she spoke. “I’m a single mom. I’m all they’ve got. I have to work hard without taking big risks. Why do you think I stay here? I’m not being sentimental. I could afford to move. My support network is here. My kids have friends here and I rarely have trouble getting a sitter I can trust. My house is paid for. If my mother-in-law outlives her money I need a major stash of cash to pay for that. Once her long term care insurance runs out and the money she had put aside drys up, she will be down to whatever her house money earned in the brokerage account. After that I have to find a way to shell out nine grand a month to keep her where I work. You should be happy . . . your line of work almost ensures you won’t have to pay for a nursing home.”
“True” I responded. “My organization has a cure for Alzheimer’s. They put two behind the ear and leave you in the woods. Same thing happens if you try to write your memoir.”
I could barely hear her speak “the real secret to investing is listening for the sound of the anvil strike. In America that anvil is Illinois and overseas it is Coventry, England. Tech startups and PR fraud masters always try to distract you from the anvil, but if you listen closely you can hear it ring true when another shaping blow is struck, changing the consciousness of the human species.”
Melony’s voice started getting stronger as if she was pulling out of sleep’s nose dive. Good thing too, because I honestly wanted to hear how this particular tale ends.
“The last time Coventry rang loud was when the German’s bombed it almost out of existence and Churchill let it happen rather than evacuate and let the German’s know their code had been broken” Melony said, rising up a bit. “After that moment the Geneva convention was just a piece of paper. Something the winning side would use to punish the losers at trial, if there were to be trials. The Allies bombed Dresden, in Saxony, with a mix of ordinance that created a firestorm so hot it turned concrete to ash. In this country people talk about the damage and loss of life when the twin towers fell on 9/11. Compared to Dresden that was nothing.”
She looked me in the eye to make certain I was paying attention before continuing. “A true body count can never be known given all of the undocumented refugees which flocked to a city which still have electricity and services. Well over a thousand acres out of the city center. There are 640 acres in a square mile. Two and a half square miles were burned out of the city center.”
“Coventry was where the human species decided it would fight wars ignoring the rules of engagement. The war in the middle east has gone on so long because too many people have been ignoring the ring of that anvil, bringing up rules of engagement so they can turn a higher profit. This includes the media companies. Had we been allowed to invade for conquest without rules the war would have been over in months, a new government and constitution installed and the bulk of the places rebuilt already.” With that it appeared Melony had ended her sermon on Coventry.
“One event makes it always?” I asked.
“There have been others throughout history, even before the place was called Coventry” Melony answered. “If you find the right books to read you will learn the location was important to the Druids. Even more important than Stone Henge.”
“Odd to hear that” I uttered without thinking.
“Stone Henge is interesting to the human eye” she said sounding slightly exasperated. “Few people will travel from a foreign country to see a grassy knoll in England. They did travel to stand at one particular grassy knoll in Dallas, Texas though . . .”
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