Finding Keats at a Red-Hot Speakeasy

With Simon & Garfunkel’s “America” streaming through my Sony Walkman, I packed my black trunk and waited on the front steps of my parents’ Center Hall Colonial in suburban New York. I still remember the white, metal handrails and how a little bit of rust had collected around the base of the mounts where they met the slate. My parents weren’t ‘airport people’ so my father invariably ‘called a car’ when anyone had to go anywhere that entailed air travel. He could have purchased a vacation home on the money he spent transporting people to and from Newark, LaGuardia and JFK airports. A guy named Tony loaded my bags into a late model Lincoln that doubled as a limo. I slid across the worn leather

Why Gold Matters

In the wake of the financial crisis, I’ve found myself creating content for three different precious metals companies and at least half a dozen financial news outlets. I’m a writer, researcher and storyteller --- and chronicling the saga of money in the wake of the housing bubble, market correction, QE1, QE2 and QE3 had all the spectacle and high drama of the perfect literary masterwork. With unchecked ambition and the madness of greed, the prologue was downright Shakespearian. With the singing and dancing of a foreboding chorus, it was a Greek tragedy in every sense of the word. With the epic losses and journey to redemption, it was akin to Milton's magnum opus, Paradise Lost and the salvat

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