We Need to Talk About Inflation

Because the lies are getting out of hand

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In 1978 I got my real estate license, after trying to find a career that would work with my band schedule, a schedule that ruled out a traditional nine to five. But my timing was spectacularly bad.

Being in my early twenties I would be selling starter homes, which back then averaged around $40,000 in my city. There…