Bubbie sat in what felt like the front seat of the Space Shuttle. Everywhere around her was a dazzle of lights and bells and yelling. She kept wondering if this wasn’t Disneyland for Wall Street people. The only bad part of her morning here was that her nose would not stop running and she blew it like it was a circus trumpet. She had asked her Sauce Company co-founder and grandson Bertie to join her today. He was finally emerging from his depression from having lost this sauce company to b...
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