Calling All You Hedge Fund Angels: Greenwich, Connecticut Needs You, ASAP

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Think the worst is over? Think again. Greenwich, CT is probably going to be forced to cut back on its Christmas lights this year, having only raised $30,000 for a display that costs a minimum of $45,000 to put on, if we're talking bare bones, $60,000 if we want it done up right. Over 2,000 letters have been sent out begging for more money, so far to no avail, while organizer Mary Ann Morrison is already saying she may have to get rid of lights entirely on long stretches of Greenwich Avenue (this is not simply a matter of dimming). And yet, first Selectman Peter Tesei seems unconcerned about the whole thing.

"I'm sure that some angel will come down to provide the money to put them up," Tesei said. "I'm optimistic that will happen."


It sort of sounds like he has an angel in mind already, doesn't it? Typically when you think of Christmas in Greenwich, you think of Paul Tudor Jones and the PTJ Lightshow ExtravaganzaTM. Obviously he's got the 30g's, but why would he want to help out a Christmas show that wasn't his own? Clearly Tesei is thinking this is a job for a slightly Jewier messenger of God, swathed in fleece. The clock is ticking. Fire up the Zamboni, put your wings in the sidecar, and get your ass down here.

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