I Slept Through My Nine O’Clock

I feel great. I never sleep like this. All warm and toasty and swaddled in goose down. Wow. What’s better than sleeping late? I may never get out of bed. What time is it? Nine thirty. I bet it snowed last night. Probably need to shovel the driveway. No way....

How To Do a Perp Walk

It’s Worst Case Wednesday. And here’s the advice column I promised last week. Consider the following scenario: You’re at your desk, drinking $5 Starbucks and listening to the morning call. Three burly guys—Mack Truck faces—appear from nowhere on the...

Turnaround at the SEC

At SEC, a Scholar Who Saw it Coming I’ve been tough on the SEC. Talked about their incompetence. Blogged (or is it blahhed?) about their failure to catch Bernie Madoff, even after Harry Markopolis served him up. Now, I’m thinking the commission has turned...

I, Bonus

Taxing Banks for the Bailout On Wednesday night I spoke at the Rotary Club in Boston. We discussed my novel, Top Producer, but concentrated on Wall Street and the topic of bonuses. It seems everybody wants the finance industry to justify its compensation. Bank CEOs...