Look around you.
On the train platform, at the bus stop, in the car pool lane: these days someone there
is probably faking it, maintaining a job routine without having a job to go to
At the Palm Beach Ritz-Carlton last November, John C. Hope III, the chairman of Whitney National Bank in New Orleans, stood before a ballroom full of Wall Street analysts
and explained how his bank intended to use its $300 million in federal bailout money
“Make more loans?” Mr. Hope said. “We’re not going to change our business model or our credit policies to accommodate the needs of the public sector
as they see it to have us make more loans.”
Personal stories from the front lines of the American bailout.
'You loser!" screamed Katie, aiming a vase at her husband.
"You've destroyed my life,'' she continued, hurling it. "Just look at my hair, look at my nails! You loser, you jerk, you nobody."
, Jack, whose property portfolio disintegrated in the financial crash
, had just told his wife that she would have to cut back
on her thrice-weekly visits to Nicky Clarke, the nail salon in Harvey Nichols, and the oxygen facials, chemical peels and seaweed wraps at Space NK.