As a child, my mother remembers peaking through a window into the bedroom of her grandfather, my great-grandfather, who would sit at a table frantically counting and recounting a few gold coins in a bag. He had gone off his nut, basically, and this was his obsession: emptying a few coins out of his bag and recounting them into it. I was told this tale at a fairly young age and had taken it as a cautionary tale against being miserly or otherwise obsessed with money.
It was only during a recent visit from my mom that I learned the
other piece of my great-grandfather's story. He was rich, already a wealthy man before all that "Great War" unpleasantness. WWI ended and he had all of his wealth in (wait for it...)
gold. What happened next is what broke the man. A business partner of his convinced him that gold was old news and about as valuable as it was ever going to get (A "barbarous relic" in today's parlance). My great-grandfather agreed he may be right and liquidated the vast majority of his gold bullion and coins into cash. This was in around 1920's Germany, better known then as "
The Weimar Republic". Ask any halfway competent student of history about the Weimar Republic and they will all say the one thing it was remembered for the most: HYPERINFLATION.
What is the best possible thing to have oodles of during a period of hyperinflation?
Gold What's the worst thing you can do with gold just prior to an episode of hyperinflation? Sell it for cash.
That's what my great-grandfather did and he spent the rest of his days a crazed pauper with OCD. For some reason that story really, I mean
really resonates with me on a lot of levels. If I believed in re-incarnation, I would say "I'm that guy, and
this time I'm going to get it
right goddammit. "
When I flipped past Larry King's show last night and the headline was "The Economy: Time to Panic?" I realized just how badly spoiled we are here in the west.