Bulls and bears
The New York Stock Exchange threw a pretty good party for the Forum on
Saturday night. To get there, our buses had a police escort, and roads were
closed off to speed our journey. I suspect it's the only time the vast
majority of us will have Manhattan traffic stayed for our progress.
The stock exchange trading floor had been transformed into a series of
spaces -- salsa, Asian, Moroccan, African -- with music and food to match.
The boardroom on the sixth floor was for classical music, while the seventh
floor was rock and roll (and far and away the most popular).
For me, the boardroom was evocative of an era when JP Morgan and cronies
would have sat around the table in the vast, Corinthian pilastered room (it
had to be Corinthian), cigar smoke floating up to the high, ornate ceiling,
plotting some market coup.
A friend said, "How many poor people do you think have been screwed in
this room?"
6:16:40 AM 
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