I expected a check

Our Thorntown tenant used Western Union to pay his rent this month.

I drove down to the Jonesboro Kroger store, which has a Western Union connection, this afternoon to pick up the payment, which I supposed would be in the form of a cashier’s check.

Instead, the girl at the service desk opened the cash register and gave it to me in enough cash to make it uncomfortable to sit on my wallet.

We’ve become so reliant on plastic, that I rarely have any cash with me, not even change, so this is a particularly odd feeling.

And when did the U.S. Mint start making $100 bills with a blue tinge?