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Mark Amadeus Notturno

The Yankees had a hitter when I was kid. Robertson? Robinson? He didn’t last long, and I forget his name. But he had the most beautiful swing that I have ever seen. Better than the Babe, and better than the…

A few years back, in 2009, I told George Soros that he shouldn’t believe his own spin. “Au contraire,” he replied with that twinkle in his eye. “It’s the secret of my success.” It was lunchtime banter. We hadn’t seen…

The Yankees had a hitter when I was kid. Robertson? Robinson? He didn’t last long, and I forget his name. But he had the most beautiful swing that I have ever seen. Better than the Babe, and better than the…

A few years back, in 2009, I told George Soros that he shouldn’t believe his own spin. “Au contraire,” he replied with that twinkle in his eye. “It’s the secret of my success.” It was lunchtime banter. We hadn’t seen…

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