The
jazz club was rolling Proud-Mary-slow at the start and then suddenly it seemed
like Tina Turner’s legs were dancing and kicking people through the doors by
the van load. One large group clogged
temporarily at the door as they searched among themselves for cash. They were
all in the debit-card generation—under 30. I assured them that they could put
their covers on their bar tab but they must have sensed my reluctance. I find
that the government’s failure to phase out paper money in favor of coins pretty
amusing since the debit / credit card will do it for sure. It started in 1971
with the big Eisenhower silver dollars and then the quarter-size Susan B.
Anthony dollar and then the Sacagawea dollar and then most recently the presidential
coin series. Because of budget constraints and increasing stockpiles of
Sacagaweas and the president series, minting for new dollar coins was suspended
on December 13, 2011. The plastic card will triumph, probably followed by
retina scans, tattooed bar codes, or implanted points. The new world order. To
connect with a couple sitting near the door, I mentioned that the bass player
with the exaggerated Italian name had received his over-the-top name after
returning from a trip to Italy. They found it amusing and said they themselves
are going on a 10-day trip to Italy in three weeks. I was able to connect them
with the bass player when the group broke after the first set. Serendipity is
wonderful and magical… hip, hip, urrà!
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Doorman’s Diary: 4.28.12
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