I was looking in a very swanky art gallery this morning the sort of place you are supposed to buy the stuff. I have a wide ranging conversation with the manager about art which is for another time but he says that in divorce 50% of everything is a lot.
Latter in the day as I come out of the local store there is a man, always black, holding an empty paper cup and he is not looking for coffee. The black man and the paper cup have become for me the very image of broken American capitalism, not because of this one single smelly human being holding this cup but because there are so many of them. I place a single dollar bill into the empty cup to buy his story. I ask why he is not working, I presume the story is not unusual and here is the link with the start. The answer to my single dollar question is, my wife left me. For this man with the paper cup it seems that 50% of everything is a 100%. The art dealer believed that giving half your kingdom away for something was not worth it, whatever it was.
Now I have no idea if the man with the cup and his story is true, I have even less insight as to know any of the in’s and out’s of this man’s broken marriage. But what seems evident is the man with the cup stands in front of me with less than 50% nothing. Which is probably not mathematically possible. Neither does it seem possible for so many street corners to have so many empty cups all offered in a similar manner to this one that had received my single dollar bill. On another street corner was a lady in a wheel chair with another cardboard sign flapping in the wind. I was too embarrassed to read it all but I read the words; please, Jesus and love I think. Then while I waited with the others for the traffic lights to change to offer a good reason to move on, a young man took out from his bag his lunch. It was like the many I had made two pieces brown bread in cellophane. He passed them to the user of the wheelchair and she accepts. There was no conversation she carried on reading she did not seem to smell or have filthy unshoed feet like many do. The man who gave his sandwich unlike my single dollar bill did not want a story.
I am not sure how to respond to all these empty cups. I am disappointed and shocked the United States of America has so many empty cups on offer in such a beautiful place as San Francisco, in such a beautiful place as the USA. I am not informed enough to know for sure but my realism seems to tell me this man and the many who offer cups all across this beautiful country will benefit little from the hope and change that has been spoken of by its visionary leader.
50% of a fortune is a lot 50% of everything for some is 100%.