This economic crisis is aging like milk. Auto deadlines, Barney and the bailouts, CDOs and other toxic assets. There are problems everywhere.
For years I have explored the uncertainty of wealth, both as a financial adviser and as the author of Top Producer, a novel set on Wall Street. Right now, there’s one question troubling me. It keeps surfacing in every corner of this crisis. It won’t go away, even as cavalries from every branch of the government charge to our rescue. I keep wondering the same thing.
When is my money really my money?
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