The twenty and the one . . . A well-worn one-dollar bill and a similarly distressed twenty-dollar bill arrived at a Federal Reserve Bank to be retired. As they moved along the conveyor belt to be burned, they strike up a conversation. The twenty-dollar bill reminisced about its travels all over the country. ""I've had a pretty good life,"" the twenty proclaimed. ""Why I've been to Las Vegas and Atlantic City, the finest restaurants in New York, performances on Broadway, and even a cruise to the …