Dear Philadelphia Fed, Was It Me?
Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have tweeted about heading to Philadelphia for Valentine's. Too bad, I would have loved to go skeeze on their Money Museum but it appears as though they got word I'd be in town and made sure to close off the sidewalk.
The funny part is I just so happened to catch the cash truck slipping out of the side door just as I cruised by. It was a vacation for me but just another day for the Dirty Fed.
Somewhat related, does anyone find it ironic that the donation jar to help maintain the Liberty Bell is stuffed with renminbi?
Thanks for a great time, Philly. Well, all of Philly except for the central bank. Boo, I don't bite.