We saw ourselves sucking down Orbits fruit drinks, selling our Beanie Baby collections, and buying Plymouth Prowlers with the profits to complement our Mercedes roadsters, not our Mazda roadsters. Yet, in the late 90's and the year 2000, we did think we'd all be millionaires with our AOL Keywords, Palm Pilots, and digital cameras. "You can retire at age 39!" we inaccurately thought, as author Jeremy Rifkin put it in his book of the same name, it was "The End of Work." Rifkin's 1995 book was not about e-money, or universal self-employment, or e-business, so much as it was a warning a longform version of Springsteen's "My Hometown " Foreman says "these jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back." Computers, and the so-called "digital Age" or "Information Super Highway" was a Golden Goose that people thought would lay eggs forever and end the tyranny of punch-clocks.
Everything was going up! Put money in and watch it grow! You didn't even have to be all that smart. In the late 1990's, if you had a dial-up connection and a rudimentary understanding of the stock market, you could make surprising bank. To understand the SLK230 you have to understand what it was like growing up in the late 1990's. Marmaduke is the summit of comedy! I drive a 2000 Mercedes SLK230 Kompressor. I get a golf cart even if we're just playing the back nine.
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