Friday, July 20, 2012

If leaves had value

If leaves had value
By Paul Greeley

Somewhere, we hope teams of experts are working on solutions to problems that will  benefit mankind-an end to cancer, a cure for the common cold, and why cars seem to fall apart the day after the warranty expires.
I’d like to add one more item to that list—find a way to make leaves valuable.
Think of how that would change the world!
More tress will get planted not so much for shade or beauty, but for the revenue source they’ve become.
Instead of blowing your leaves onto your neighbor’s yard when he’s not looking, you’ll be secretly sucking his over to your yard.
People will chase leaves blowing in the wind with the same fervor they might chase dollar bills down the street.
They’ll be more room in land fills for worthy trash like outdated cell phones, record players, election signs, film cameras, encyclopedias, cassette players, bell bottoms, and landline phones. 
People will find secret ways to make their trees produce more leaves like insider traders on Wall Street. 
Busloads of tourists would trek to New England to see piles of leaves with the same fascination as people now go to Ft Knox or the US Mint to see mounds of money.
Lighting your cigar with a big leaf will replace lighting cigars with hundred bills as the ultimate expression of wealth.
If you’re falling behind in your bills, you’ll tell the bill collector that it’s almost fall and you’re expecting a bumper crop of leaves this year.
Nobody will burn leaves any more. That aroma associated with fall will disappear into folklore—remember when people burned leaves?
People will hold signs that say, ‘will work for leaves’.
Banks will look to take advantage---deposit your leaves and get a new toaster.
People will give trees names like cash-cow, money-maker, or bark o’ bucks.
When people mow leaves with mulching mowers, they’ll think of it as changing leaves into smaller denominations. 
And if leaves had value, when your kids ask you for money and you say, ‘you think money grows on trees’, they’ll say, ‘well yeah, dad’. 

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