Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Ode to M. Friedman 1912-2006

Dear Milton,
You never knew me,
but I ate at your table daily.
From a Keynesian darkness you freed me,
and placed tools into my battered hands...
Fiscal excess constrained,
individual spirit unleashed.
I thank you, and America thanks you.

Though the chef is gone,
his banquet feeds on.
--EAT AT MILT'S--

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