
It's 2:30 a.m., I am up eating strawberry jam on toast with a cup of hot spiced tea and reading. Perhaps I stepped out of a British nursery rhyme and am still quite asleep in my bed ... The only thing that would make this better is if it were Christmas, snowing outside, the fireplace were crackling, and I was reviewing the profits from the operating company in my Brooks Brothers bathrobe with red velvet slippers. Maybe I really was a 19th century British financier that got … [Read more...]








