Bubbie sat in what felt like the front seat of the Space Shuttle. Everywhere around her was a dazzle of lights, bells, and yelling. She kept wondering, "Is this Disneyland for Wall Street people?"
The only bad part of her morning here was that her nose would not stop running, and when she blew it, it sounded like a circus trumpet. She had asked her Sauce Company co-founder and grandson, Bertie, to join her today. He was finally emerging from his "I lost The Sauce Company to bankruptcy"...
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