Long ago… when the NY Mercantile Exchange was on Harrison Street and they traded potato futures on chalk boards, a young man by the name of Neil Leist was an incredibly successful floor trader. Arrogant and annoyingly uncouth by reputation, he wore ill-fitting suits and disco shirts. He looked like a polyester pear; a tiny head, narrow shoulders, flabby…
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