… something more than a liberal pessimist Cold War mini-drama. It is also a gamified tutorial in the circumscribed utility of traditional game theory itself—a kind of penitential rite for those excessively enamored with calculating reason: call it game-penance for game theorists.
Nick returned the $20 to me. It went with him to Greensboro. And now it brings back to me his not having spent it and its journey south. He meant to spend it, but Lee, bless him and curse him, wouldn’t let Nick spend “his own” money, i.e., my money. And so now it’s mine. Again. Mine to lose.
I just spent 40 minutes talking to Nick Kahn about his day in Greensboro with Lee Walton and friends. The full story, many pictures, and film clips are still to come. And much to my surprise and melancholy delight, Nick returned the prodigal $20, the one that Sal and Peter had touched and passed along.
I’m at the airport with Nick Kahn, waiting for him to clear security. I just gave him $30, what my father would have called “walking-around money”—and I asked him to bring me the change and the receipts. Because it’s not my money to give. Or, not only my money. Continue reading →