I write and publish birthday letters for the kids. You can read Annabel’s 3rd birthday letter here. And here are Oliver’s, Theodore’s, and Deefer’s recent letters.
I saw her on the DART, en route to the Aviva. A brown-haired girl in a red bow and Taylor friendship bracelets. Her aunt was sitting next to her. She was probably the one who punched in her debit card number on the Ticketmaster site, who grimaced when she saw a 37% fee per ticket, to move some 1s and 0s from the server farm in Charleston, West Virginia to her flat in Inchicore.
But she did it anyway. Because she wasn’t just buying the concert. It was for the months of excitement. The anticipation. The lifetime of memories bought and paid for.
That’s where the value exchange happened.
We don’t have that thing yet, AB, you and I. I think we’ll find it, though.