One Man's Wallet

W. Bruce Cameron

Editor’s Note: The following column was originally published in 2007.

Over the years, I’ve come to wish that I’d stuffed my wallet as much as I’ve stuffed my face. “Sorry,” I see myself saying as someone tries to hand me some $20 bills, “I can’t take any more — I’m completely full.”

My current wallet has been with me for what seems forever — proof that starving something enables it to live longer. I guess I don’t really even look at it unless I need money — which is, come to think of it, how my children treat me. I just take for granted that some things never change, so I’m su...