When I realized I was the last person in Spokane to use cash
It was sort an honor, really.
Yes, I knew people considered me a dinosaur. But I've been called worse.
And soon I know I will be regarded as a quaint museum piece. You know, with young children seated on the floor around me.
"What was it like to use paper and metal for money?" they'll ask.
"Well," I'll say. "It wasn't really all that special. Until nobody but me did it anymore. Nobody but me."