Waltzing the Journal

Wednesday evening, I worked late downtown, and after a particularly stressful meeting with some gentlemen from Africa, I decided to stop by the Library Bar at the Melrose Hotel to unwind.  Nobody can say that the Melrose is anything less than first-rate, but I was nevertheless astonished to find Bancroft sitting at the bar, downing… Continue reading Waltzing the Journal

2 Hot 2B 4Got

I left an outgoing announcement on the voice mail stating that my office was closed for Good Friday, and I’m pleased to report that even in Washington DC, nobody was sufficiently boorish to leave a message demanding a meeting.  But there are limits to discretion and good taste here, and quite narrow ones at that. … Continue reading 2 Hot 2B 4Got

There’s an Investor Born Every Minute

My dear sister Rose Lotus dropped by last night, her eyes red from crying.  It’s some kind of pattern – the men screw up and their wives contact me for help – I guess it’s my basic animal magnetism that makes them identify me with salvation; although I am aware that sounds a bit kinky… Continue reading There’s an Investor Born Every Minute