Jim is the older brother of my best friend in high school. We've had a few pretty lively internet exchanges over the years.
I'll share my favorite, which has nothing to do with economic policy.
After Jim hit the jackpot, he took his mother and her bridge club to London for a week of being touristy and attending plays and the like. For a bunch of seventy-somethings from a small town in Alabama who had never been outside the USA, it was a memorable experience to say the least. I made the decision that if I ever struck it rich, I was taking my mom somewhere special. When I did hit my own much smaller jackpot, I took my mom to Paris. We had a great trip, but on the last night she fell and broke her hip. We had to get her hip replaced in Paris (my experience with the French medical system, and the primary reason why she and I both believe that's what we should do here). I sent Jim an email, basically saying that I had tried to copy him and as a consequence was now sitting in a Paris hotel waiting for her to recover from the surgery. He sent me back, "Get a grip. You are in Paris, France, not Timbuktu. What are you complaining about?"