I was going to post a bit more on the lessons since arriving in Chicago twelve years ago today but got a little boozed at dinner so best I can do is dedicate a song to MF Global. Having spent my youth in Kansas around various small, independent businesses like gun shows and pawn shops I noticed there were a lot of colorful ways to ask for payment. My dad's favorite was "In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash" and my favorite was "Cash on the Barrelhead" so to the bankrupt clearing firm MF Global that has my funds frozen I dedicate this song to you:
"That'll be cash on the barrelhead son Not part not half but the entire sum No money down, no credit plan Cause a little bird told me , you're a travellin' man"
