Adieu HerrMan Cain. Your nein, nein, nein sounded like the prodding of a very exigent Fraulein Governess. I liked your fedoras. Your speak well but the girlfriends were just so so.
About ten years ago, noticing that prices on some Broadway window stores were in round dollars, I realized this country was losing its mojo. One dollar instead of 99 cents! An entire way of life was disappearing. We started counting in trillions in lieu of millions. You came with your 9 9 9 and sounded like you were capable to take us back...to our senses and values. Good luck with your Plan B.
