Mark to Market, to Buy a FED SWINE

This afternoon started out as pretty much a perfect Sunday afternoon.  I’d made eggs Benedict for Cerise, Veronica and myself, and we were lounging in the living room, sipping blood orange mimosas and cappuccinos.  Twinkle purred softly in my lap as I perused the latest edition of Harper’s, while Cerise explored the Sunday New York… Continue reading Mark to Market, to Buy a FED SWINE

Plan B… and C… and D…

About ten minutes after the House of Representatives rejected the Administration’s plan to bail out the Secretary of the Treasury’s cronies to the tune of seven hundred billion dollars Monday afternoon, the telephone on my desk rang.  It was Spenderson, from the White House, requesting a meeting, ASAP. What could I do?  I had Gretchen tell… Continue reading Plan B… and C… and D…

Super Jew Faces the Plotz of No Return

No sooner did I get home tonight than my land line telephone rang.  Not too many people have that number, I guarantee, and I could see from the caller ID who it was, so, of course, I answered: Tom: Chairman Bernanke?  Is that you? Bernanke: Gevalt!  Who else would it be, nu? Tom: Gee whiz,… Continue reading Super Jew Faces the Plotz of No Return

Lipstick on a Troglodyte

Jason’s cooking lesson was on Sunday this weekend.  That’s because on Saturday, he had led an expedition of curious, adorable little children on an outing.  The kids belonged to Jason’s Aunt Rose and her husband’s brother – in exchange for two hundred bucks (plus expenses), Jason and his girlfriend Paisley had agreed to baby sit the… Continue reading Lipstick on a Troglodyte