The man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo

I have an envelope full of information about Simple IRAs on my desk.

Today, at Kinko's, a fairly attractive architect was copying blueprints, saw my Rolling Stones bag, and struck up a fifteen minute-long conversation with me about whether or not I thought Mick Jagger sold out for his knighthood. We both agreed that Mick was -- is, and always will be -- infallible. Handsome Architect also refuses to buy coconuts after the "way they treated Keith Richards."

Just when I think I'm too grown up, someone takes me right back down to where I need to be.