The Players
This is not another tirade against Eliot Spitzer, the man who slunk out of the New York Governor’s Mansion to the sound of champagne corks popping up and down Wall Street. As I said...
I would rather try describing what an oyster tastes like than try to analyze Jim Cramer. For the sake of the integrity of my story, however, analyze him I must. I will confine myself...
I feel the same strange admiration for Michael Steinhardt as one would for an old mobster sitting in a Tucson retirement home playing canasta. Steinhardt slipped through minefields that destroyed others, and for that...
