Dear Reader, The Las Vegas taxi driver was an old fifty-something, with a mullet hanging out of the back of his battered baseball cap and a potato sack gut hanging over his belt. Having driven a cab myself, long ago and far away, I habitually engage in cabbie chat, as I did now. “So, how’s biz?” “Horrible...
March 6, 2009 Dear Readers, Of late, it seems as though I have gotten sideways with the technology deities. First, as reported recently, was my accidental deletion of an hour-and-a-half recorded interview with trading gurus Dave Hightower and Terry Roggensack. Then, yesterday, while waiting to put in...
February 27, 2009 Dear Readers, This morning, as I was looking over dispatches from correspondents around the world – from Ed in Alberta… Sadia in the UK… Baldy in Indonesia… the “General” in Portugal… and Nitin in Katmandu – I began to appreciate what it must have been like to be on the news desk during...