Remembering the introduction of a porcine Dealbreaker icon... not Steve Cohen.
The Yet-To-Be Finished Memoir Of Wilbur P. Falcone
Wilbur glanced down at her watch. 12:13. Usually, she hated when people were late and, under normal circumstances, this would have gone beyond the point of what she'd tolerate. Hell, make her wait more than 5 or 6 minutes and you were ensuring you'd be receiving a series of irate texts inquiring sharply as to "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU??????!!???" and threatening "If you're not here in 30 seconds I'm leaving." But today she was practically willing Tom to continue making her wait under the bodega awning. Just another minute. Just one more minute.
That Little White Girl Is THE Bess Levin?
Elie Mystal recalls first meeting the queen of financial blogging.
A Love Letter To Bess From Charlie Gasparino
It was always going to come to this.