ABSTRACT
Not long before he died, my grandfather took me with him to the track, I was visiting him in Miami, where he had moved after my grandmother died and an experiment living with another woman in the Bronx hadn't worked out. (My mother said, obscurely, that the woman in the Bronx was “too demanding”) He had quit his job as a shipping clerk at the Pennsylvania Railroad when my grandmother got sick. Then he found a job supervising a team of young messengers at Lehman Brothers on Wall Street. Before leaving for Florida, he used to drop hints that working for Lehman Brothers gave him access to inside information about the stock market.
