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Mr. Moneybags

June 30th, 2009

Jeanne said I needed to get a money belt of some sort to carry cash, credit cards and my passport, so to Target we went. It had a pretty good selection which only confused me, so I bought all five to try at home.

One went around the neck.  It reminded me of my Catholic childhood, wearing a Holy Scapular medal around my neck. I’m not into neckwear. Even living in Las Vegas, you won’t find me wearing any gold chains.

The other four went around my waist. For one of them, you slip your belt through its two loops. But a smart little street urchin could easily slip his hand into the big opening and snag some goodies.  Nope, no good. Another one had a flimsy hook thingy and the belt was very narrow. “Cut and run,” Jeanne warned me. Now I finally knew what that phrase meant.

The other two were more like conventional fanny packs. One said “hip pack” meaning, I guess, I’d have to wear it on my hip. Or I could break the law and position it on my belt buckle. It was pretty nice, with three zipper compartments — one for a passport, one for cash and/or credit cards, and a big center compartment for sunglasses, Chap stick, a couple of rolls of 36-exposure Kodachrome 64 — oh wait, Kodachrome has finally been retired and I’m shooting digital — and my walkie talkie and Leatherman took kit (see the earlier blog about shopping at Costco).

None of the money belts came pre-loaded with cash.

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