Well, I’ll tell ya what’s the truth. I was fixin’ on taking a few days off to sit and have a good ol’ tongue wag with my Brit buddy but thisa here is too good to waste. Our boy, good ol’ Kenny Lewis done stuck it to them Yankees up in New Yawk and the damn Revenuers in Washington yeserday but goooood! He done went out an quit on ‘em! Yessiree, he done told ‘em y’all can take this job and stick it where the sun don’t shine. You aint gonna have ol’ Ken to kick around no more. And guess what? Y’all got no bod ee to replace me. So i’ma gonna take my $100,000,000 and git outa town!! Now aint that the damndest! Never knew ol’ Ken had it in him. Course the damn stock tanked a bit but that’s ok. Our girl friend Shelia is gonna suck the banks dry anyway come year end so we aint carin’ too much about that. My Brit buddy says that’s put a cat amungst the pigeons whatever the hell that means but I suspect he’s a’saying we got us a hell of a mess on our hands at the biggest bank in the country. Aint nobody runnin’ the damn thing! And all of them fancy brokers ol Ken bought at Merrill Lynch. Firstist they be told that gonna work for this Sally Kraw—whatever—gal who didn’t do jack at Citicorp and now the guy that brung ‘em just went home alone. Man oh man, I do wish I had me a Bank of America phone book. We could trade that for cash money!