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Show 56, Jeffries, Islamorada vodka sunrise, and the confederate, the pitchman from Atlanta whose drawl could whisk everybody out of the Ramada Inn and down 1-75, halfway to Prester-Johnstown says 'Ever since you was a little kid you been told save, save, save your money. So you put it in a bank-and it goes right out the back door into real estate. Now say this here piece of paper is your paycheck. Right off, this. . .is for Uncle Sam. And wow, been to the supermarket lately?' Another scrap fluttered to the floor. Diamond frowned along with the ladies. All eyes were on the shrinking 'paycheck.' Would there be anything left? 'And Easter's comin', and Baby needs a new pair of shoes, and a dress to go with 'em, so about all you got left is-' Again the guests and the sales force groaned at the postage-stamp size piece that remained. 'Well you've heard it before. Are you gonna pay yourself? A bank'11 give you five percent, but inflation hits ya for twelve. Now real estate keeps up with inflation. And-you just hold it a minute with that food, waiter boy-I'm sorry folks, it'll stay hot for ya; I'm sayin' land in planned Florida communities increases in value 22% a year. Now dig |
