I'm on vacation from all my various jobs for a few weeks, and I'm actually going to have a chance to travel for pleasure a week from now, taking the train to visit friends in Southern California, Santa Barbara and San Diego. (I can't give exact dates, because timetables encourage terrorists.) Not that impressive compared my globetrotting blog buddies DistributorCapNY or FranIAm, but one does what one can, most especially when one is a broke ass mofo.
This week, one small part of foreign travel came visiting me by post. A British guy wants a copy of the Wonders of Science CD, and he sent me fifteen pounds in the mail so that I will send him a copy of our recordings, a more than fair deal for Padre Mickey and me no matter what the exchange rate. (Yes, Padre, I owe you seven and a half quid. Let me know if you want that in Panamanian pennies or Itchy & Scratchy Fun Dollars.)
So here I am looking at a British tenner, and who should be on the side opposite HRH QE II but the guy with the impressive beard, powerful eyebrows and even more powerful brain, Mr. C. Darwin himself! Think about what a stink it would be in the U.S. of A. if we had legal tender honoring the greatest theorist in the history of biology. Who knows, there may have been a small protest of knuckle dragging Brits when Lucky Chucky was put on the ten pound note, but it wasn't big enough to make the news here.
Of course, we in the States aren't much on protest, or on history for that matter. For example, who is the only president ever censured by Congress? Who was responsible for a massively unconstitutional act of theft from the Cherokees, followed by a genocidal death march?
Hint #1: Two questions, one answer.
Hint #2: If you are having trouble, fish a twenty out of your wallet for a clue.