My Mom, who is passed,now, flew back from Florida to Traverse City, about 25 years ago, where I picked her up, with $64,000 dollars in gold Kruegerrands in her carry-on bag. I could see from the way she was walking up the jet-way that she was carrying a heavy load. With a smile on her face, she handed me the bag, and I almost dropped it. I said: What are you carrying, bricks? She said to keep it quiet, and she would explain it on the way back Home, to Charlevoix. It turned out to be an inheritance to my cousin from her rich mother, who had recently passed. But that’s a longer story, still.