Coin Of A Different Realm

"Milquetoast", shouted Fong. "May our ancestors bestow quadruple hernias on your unworthy carcass". Clutching those very same hernias, while avoiding blows from Fong's cane, Ming manfully drags the chest of bronze coin money from the family crypt. "Oh, to be ninety again and not have to depend on weakling grandnephews" intoned the venerable, old crackpot. There are several varieties of knife money in use from the 6th century B.C. in the Yellow River Valley and beyond. The most common is named Ming money and the appropriately eponymous Ming drags the chest up into Pell Street, through Chatham Square, across Park Row, down Broadway and into his Broker's office only to learn this is no longer legal tender in a Country where mere blips on a computer screen is fobbed off as money. May two thousand tenacious tumescences torture the trunks of all those who would impede the fortunes of Dendreon and it's investors. Meanwhile knife money no longer cuts it.