So what, exactly, am I supposed to sell here? Hartford seems determined to suck the life blood from Greenwich while I tell New Yorkers to come here to escape their own parasites? I’ve done my best to avoid intentional untruths and omissions my whole life and I don’t think I’m ready to start lying this late in my time on earth. So if I’m gearing up to leave this land of vampire looters, how do I make a living while preparing to leave? It’s a quandary.