Kickass, the doorstop dog, joins the keeper in observing the incredible growth of the credit industry as new banks spring up on hot real-estate corners everywhere, and the credit union gang does a major overhaul of its lavish facilities.
The stats on the credit card load carried by the average bloke are astounding and incredibly sad. All of this means, of course, supporting structures that contribute absolutely nothing to the meaningful qualities of life, unless you count free premium toasters for taking out yet another loan.
The bankers’ over-reach of imprisoning students in lifetime, unnegotiable circumstances, is finally getting some limited attention, but not the wholesale kind that saw the banking industry bailed out back when its greed damn near did in the whole economy.
The keeper has a great relationship with his bank in Mazomanie—getting the staff on one occasion to sing “Happy Birthday” to him, and using it as a source of periodic cash, which becomes increasingly useless in commerce as credit is encouraged as the only way to go.
The keeper carries his money clip only for sentimental reasons.