Banking Crisis

I hate going into banks. It isn’t just the long lines – it’s that intense uneasy feeling that comes from talking to people through five inch thick, bulletproof plastic. Your brain can’t help but do the math: ...
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My Mother, the Informant

I like to play a little game with my mother called “Married, In Jail, or Dead.” It goes like this: Mom calls me, and says: “Did you know a Mark Smith in grade school?” At this point, I know “Mark Smith” i...