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By 10:30 a.m., the lot at Disabled American Veterans Post 19 is nearly full, and a table spread with potato salad and Port-a-Pit chicken beckons.
Even when their profits dried up and they turned to taxpayers to stay afloat, the nation's biggest banks kept paying huge bonuses. But much of the money went not to top executives, but to star traders and salesmen, even as the economy battled through the worst recession in a generation.
He fled the "People's Republic of Massachusetts" to escape tyranny. Now he strides the campground in a plaid kilt and mirror shades, an AR-15 semiautomatic rifle across his torso, an immense Scottish sword sheathed between his shoulders.
Like the house across the street gone missing and the one at the corner stripped of its front door, the weathered brown bungalow at 1430 Jane Ave. bided its time, edging nearer to a meeting with a wrecking crew.
The swine flu outbreak is unleashing a side effect the global economy is in no condition to handle: fear.
For many Americans who could use a bailout just to balance their checkbooks and make it through the month, the thought of their tax dollars going to million-dollar bonuses for AIG executives is enough to make them furious.
After seven nights sleeping on the ground, and seven days without a hot shower, Master Sgt. Rachael Ridenour was beat.
On the overcast New England morning Michael Bhatia came home, nearly 400 of his colleagues, family and friends turned out to meet him.
The scope of Bernard Madoff's alleged fraud is detailed in 162 pages of minuscule type — a list of the disgraced money manager's once-trusting customers, including a bevy of the rich, famous and powerful.
Fred Berretta was just nodding off when the boom jolted him awake.
In the nonprofit legal center Steven Schwartz runs from a converted furniture store in Northampton, Mass., the e-mail was very good news: By week's end, a check for $243,000 would be on its way.
Some were called in by the boss and told to close the door behind them. Others received a brisk and impersonal phone call from a manager. Another was asked to come in on his day off to talk about "some people issues."
By the time Jeffrey Frankel got to bed it was past midnight, but sleep did not come easy. Twice during the night, the broker had climbed out from the covers and returned to the television, trying to get a read on what investors were thinking in Tokyo and Hong Kong and to see what the futures market foretold about the trading day ahead.
The war of words waged by John McCain and Barack Obama for the votes of plumbers and other average Joes is a reminder of the nation's long-standing doubts about concentrated wealth — and its qualms about doing something about it.
The U.S. has not endured a deep and prolonged recession in more than a quarter century — enough time for many Americans to forget what one feels like.
An inflatable gorilla beckoned from the roof of Don Brown Chevrolet in St. Louis, servers doled out free bowls of pasta and a salesman urged potential customers to "come on up under the canopy and put your hands on" a new set of wheels.
Mark Endres has 19 years left to pay on his mortgage and the Philadelphia barber is not expecting anyone to cut him any slack. So what's all this talk about the government writing a $700 billion check to Wall Street?
It's been nearly seven years, but folks in Oxford, Conn., still remember the workers in hazmat suits, scouring the pews of Immanuel Lutheran Church for unseen spores of anthrax.
They rumble in on treads called Super Swampers, wearing their hearts on their license plates. "PLAYDRTY," declares one behemoth from New York. "HUM THIS," dares another, from Ohio. The digital board fronting the Shell station at Exit 100 winks back: "Welcome Hummers!"
Even as a youngster, Rollie looked older and wiser than his years. His white mustache sprouted longer by the month, until it flamed from his cheeks like a German kaiser's.
Even as a youngster, Rollie looked older and wiser than his years. His white mustache sprouted longer by the month, until it flamed from his cheeks like a German kaiser's. Sometimes, it all but hid his mouth.
They were the best of ties. They were the worst of ties.
The principle that all men are created equal has never been more than a remote eventuality in the quest for the presidency. But with the Democratic nomination finally in Barack Obama's grasp, that ideal is no longer relegated to someday.
The guest lecturer steps to the front of classroom 322 with a lesson plan, but it's not drawn from any textbook.
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