We have this old fishbowl next to our washing machine where we throw all the change found in various pockets. Every once in a while, we think about emptying it and seeing just how much of a fortune we've amassed from spare dimes. But we never do; preferring, I think, to imagine that there is indeed a nest egg of ostrich-sized proportions waiting there instead of ... spare dimes.
Now, in the wake of the news of bank failures, bailouts and buyouts, I wonder how much is there -- not that I'd tell you. There's nothing we'd rather not talk about than money. Ask people how much they make or what that cost them and watch them pull their heads in faster than a turtle. Hey, what happened to those Twins?
Right now, though, I don't really care about you. All I really want to know is, "Where is my money?" And that's what makes this crisis so different from others we've weathered.
Think about the last time the entire country was faced with such an encompassing threat. For weeks after Sept. 11, you couldn't ride an elevator or stand in a grocery store line without feeling a new and frankly unexpected sense of kinship with those around you.
We all were a little unnerved because no one could be sure exactly where this was heading, or what role we might have in our fate. Together, though, we felt more than the sum of our parts.
Today's financial crisis has a far better chance of reaching into the very pots and pans of our households than any flight-school zealot, yet the overwhelming sense is that we're in this alone. Worse, if the brains on Wall Street came up short, where does that leave us?
The questions begin to pile up. New reports say that the country's economy is on the verge of shutting down. Shutting down? What does that mean, really?
And what's this "risk" that well-paid CEOs always said necessitated that the net below their tightrope be cushioned with dollar bills? All this time, they were safely suspended from the circus tent's peak, just playing at keeping their balance.