by Simon Black
Out here in Eastern Washington’s Yakima Valley are beautiful, seemingly endless fields of abundance and wealth.
But not ‘wealth’ in the conventional sense. I’m not talking about paper money that’s conjured out of thin air by central bankers.
I’m talking about real wealth. Real assets.
Growing up in a lower middle class household where my parents had to work three jobs each just to pay the rent, I never understood what any of that meant.