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...making. The two blonds are clearly no strangers to privation, having about 0.01% body fat apiece, but they soon find rural life harder than Pilates. Given $50 to buy groceries, they go over budget and plead for a break from the cashier, who tells them, "This isn't a soup kitchen." Asks Richie: "What does that mean, 'soup kitchen'?" Later, Hilton is stumped to hear of a thing called Wal-Mart. ("Is it, like, they sell wall stuff...
...scattered twenty-something who, like the restaurant itself, was clearly new to the business but trying hard, had suggested what the menu called “lightly deep fried mashed boiled pumpkin” next. Difficult as this was to resist, we asked if she could bring some miso soup instead. The waitress argued against it—“miso doesn’t come with your meal.” We replied that we had no problem with paying for it. “Ok,” she said reluctantly. Let’s just...
After years of creating new kinds of commissions for the brokers who sell them, some mutual funds now resemble a vat of alphabet soup cooked up by a character out of Dr. Seuss. There are A shares, B shares and C shares, not to mention D shares, I shares, Y shares and Z shares--all collecting different fees in different ways...
...bone. But if you work with a broker for investing guidance, as millions do, you can't expect her to work for free, so a no-load index fund won't be on the menu. Unfortunately, with many brokers, the menu is dominated by that funky alphabet soup. A shares carry a sales charge, typically 4.5% to 5.75%, that you pay your broker when you buy. B shares charge nothing when you buy but nick you for as much as 6% if you sell in the first six to eight years. C shares usually charge nothing when...
...drop-dead-gorgeous crowd was tangoing away in a makeshift, open-air amphitheater. Nearby, a multiethnic group was doing the merengue. Hundreds of others were tucking into picnics by the river as a full moon rose in a cloudless sky. Much later that night, after a perfect fish soup in the Place des Vosges, I walked into the narrow passages of the Marais district and stumbled upon an impromptu block party. Someone had set up a sound system on the sidewalk, and the street was packed with people--straight and gay, young and old, black and white--dancing to salsa...