Operation: $$ accumulation

yet again, it's time for me to remember to be more like the moon...

Originally Posted by tom

The rain clouds have gone. Gambled away their transparent dimes and boxcarred out of town; spent, skinny, ragged, and broke. The moon, always a winner because it knows when to fold, stands on the balcony of the closed casino, looking as though it might light up a cigar. Stars blink at it,as if to say, "As sure as this is Seattle, there'll soon be another batch of big spenders rolling into town from the west." The moon is in no hurry. It wipes its flushed brow with a cirrostratus handkerchief that must have fluttered from some sucker's pocket when he turned it inside out.

yeah, yeah. It's my first time reading that book. etc.