Wall Street
“Hey, Walt! There’s. . . people on the floor!” Walter looked at me as if I was crazy. Of course there were people on the floor. The New York Stock Exchange was bustling, even more lately with the bull markets we’d been having. “No, look! Over there!” I pointed at a small family grouping. “If management finds out we let in some tourists, no more cushy security jobs for you and me.” Walt squinted over at the intruders. “Guess we better get them…