What’ll ya do for money?

color039_sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50 Boys fishing in a bayou. Schriever, Louisiana, June 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Marion Post Wolcott. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Alfred: What will you do when you lose the stores, when you lose your home? 

Lee:  I’ll sleep in my station wagon, swim at the Biltmore and eat at AJ’s.

Alfred: What’ll ya do for money?

Lee: I’ll have fifty thousand dollars stuffed in my pillow.


 (A real conversation that took place in May, 1994.)






When birds fly, when ants forage, when religions are born, when governments collapse, there is a principle involved; it has nothing to do with education, intelligence, with social history or for that matter, any noticeable measure of sanity. It is present in all group activity. It requires only the most basic instinctual fragment of decision-making. The leader of the pack “says” North, South, East or West. The pack members notice only the constituent to the left or the right and follow the observed movements. With starlings it is called murmeration. With cattle it is hanging out with the herd. With bees it is buzzin’ aroun’with yer buddies and with people it is the nod of a hundred heads to the command “Let’s get’er done.”