one trillion dollars could buy most anything...

this past saturday i received a small package in the mail from my grandmother. inside was an old leather wallet, my grandfathers before he passed away. within the wallet was a note, and tucked inside the soft worn leather there was a dollar bill. this dollar could barely be considered green, you could tell it had been carried around for some time. the note she wrote says she thinks it may be signed by some of my grandfather's war buddies (he fought in World War II), that he carried it around in his wallet for luck all the years after he came back.

so now, here i am with it. not sure what to do, except sit in awe.
some pictures? sure.



the front of the bill. you can see on the left side some writing where the signatures have worn down over the years.



the back. the designs on the back of this bill are nearly identical to a current dollar, minus hawaii across the entire bill.




closeup of the least faded signature.



notice it's a silver certificate, not a federal reserve note...

worth a dollar of silver.

the year of printing and the secretary of the treasury.

as you can see it's in a fragile state, a piece of it already torn off. it had been sitting inside a wallet folded for many years, so it's understandable.
i've put it behind glass for now so it won't take any more damage. at least, none i'm aware of.
something about the dollar has triggered in my brain, opening a strange door i'd never considered. it's dragged this monstrous idea from the shadows. i've been sitting with it, poking the beast with a stick, watching how it reacts.
i've come to this conclusion: he is lazaruz.