Billion:(n) one-thousand million.
I certainly feel that one of the signs of aging is beginning to pine for former times, “when things were better.”
Matter of fact, if one could avoid that nostalgia, he or she could always appear to be contemporary, therefore potentially more youthful.
But somewhere along the line, a little grump appears in the stump speech.
- You start recalling when candy bars had more nuts in them.
- Or Coca-Cola cost a mere fraction of what it does now.
I heard one old fellow heave a huge sigh and explain that loaves of bread used to have twenty-three slices, and now a mere nineteen. (Who has time to count bread??)
I avoid this kind of activity like the true plague it is. It is certainly the moss growing on a crumbling tombstone.
Yet…I do have to admit that I am curious about when a million dollars stopped being a lot of money.
Matter of fact, the show “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” might just evoke the response from the common man, “It’s a good place to start…”
I believe this was all caused by the introduction of the word “billion.”
I remember as a kid, “billion” was something you said when referring to an idea existing somewhere beyond the stars. Matter of fact, when you said it, you’d giggle.
“Maybe we could get a billion of ’em! Ha-ha-ha.”
Now we spend a billion dollars on toothpicks in the mess hall on army bases. (Don’t hold me to that stat. I’m just attempting irony.)
We even have people who are billionaires.
This isn’t right.
I don’t mind people having money; I just don’t know if you need a billion of it.
Somewhere along the line, to cease the insane greed for more and more material goods, we have to calm down the language of covetousness.
We need to teach our children the simplicity of enjoying five dollars because they fully understand … the complexity of earning it.