Banks Have A New Image. Now You

My Father Was A Dreamer - My Hero. He Was A Smart, Tough Guy From Poland, A Cutter Of Lady's Handbags, An Old Socialist-unionist Who Always Considered Himself A Failure. His Big Line Was: 'don't End Up Like Me.'

The World Is Full Of Little Dictators Trying To Run Your Life.

I Was A High School Throw-out.

Banks Have A New Image. Now You Have 'a Friend,' Your Friendly Banker. If The Banks Are So Friendly, How Come They Chain Down The Pens?

There's Nobody To Believe In Anymore, Nobody To Trust.