I found a parcel from a law firm in my mail box this morning. I assumed it concerned financial shenanigans and left it there until I returned from my morning walk and visit to Stop n Shop. On the way home my mind began speculating. Maybe it was about Exchanges. Maybe I was being sued by someone upset by the portrayal of the trading floor. I know of only one person who might do that, a guy who conformed to the stereotypes of the businessmen portrayed by Hollywood. Is there a statute of limitations on this possibility? The action of the novel takes place in 1988. By year’s end a quarter of a century will have passed, although I incorporated a few incidents that occurred much later. Not to worry - it was from a firm taking on the government in regard to its handling of the AIG bailout. My first reaction was negative. Although I oppose bailouts, why would I want to harm the government, even when it’s run by liberals? I then read that part of the complaint involved the reverse stock split. The hundred shares I bought were reduced to five. I was pissed about that, but, if the move was necessary to save the company, how could I complain? The firm's lawyers now claim it was done to reduce the voting power of shareholders, who might have rallied against the government‘s takeover and other moves. Whether I participate or not, the hit the government would take if it lost the case would be the same. And, if it were found to have acted illegally, aren’t I entitled to compensation? I’ll join it.
Marie visited the floating book shop yesterday and said how much she was enjoying Killing, which she purchased recently. This led the conversation to female police officers. Her cousin, Lisa Sohr, was part of the NYPD for eleven years until injuries and weight gain forced her to retire. She eventually had lapband surgery and lost 100 pounds. She became a minor celebrity, appearing on the cover of New York magazine and on The Today Show and The View. She died in her home of a gunshot wound at 41. Marie believes Lisa was awakened in the night by a noise, a possible break-in, and tripped and fell, discharging the weapon, while running to the door. Officially, the wound has been ruled self inflicted. Lisa’s mother described her as someone who “felt quite alone.” She was an only child, twice divorced. Here are after and before pictures:
RIP. (Info culled from a Daily News article.)
The Preacher returned to Bay Parkway and 86th Street today, despite the heat. I heard him loud and clear a block and a half away. I thank the gentleman who purchased Michael Crichton's State of Fear and the woman who bought Dan Brown's The DaVinci Code, at least the fifth copy I've sold of it. Only two sales, but at least they were of big, heavy hardcovers. No online sales for the second straight week.
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