So why do you have to work late tonight, Andy?
Madoff offices were known as “The North Pole” for all the cocaine being spilled there, and the atmosphere was usually enhanced with drugs, booze and topless wimmin. I guess if you aren’t distracted by actually working, you have more time for partying.
Another tidbit I wasn’t aware of: Bernie’s new chef and pal in prison is a child molester. I wonder if he snuggles with old men too?
UPDATE: I haven’t read the article, but I wonder if Bloomebrg mentions Bernie’s office as part of its article, “Top Ten Ways to find Joy at Work”?
"If it's endangered, kill it!"
Off to the water until Friday, so blogging will be light to non-existent, depending on internet availability. Hoops, if you’d like to get away from that whiner Andy, I’ll be somewhere off Montauk. Why not leave the Madoff boys to deal with the lawyers on their own and come away with me?
"I'm sorry, Andy, but can we still be friends?"
The feds are supposedly closing in on the Madoff boys, Andy and Mark, and may indict them after Labor Day (even prosecutors like to take the last two weeks of August off). Real estate mavens may want to start focusing on the boys’ Greenwich homes on Cherry Valley and Tomac, liens and all, but I’m thinking that Andy’s girlfriend Catherine Hooper may finally be ready to dump the fellow – fishing sucks in Ossining, from what I hear.
Ruth can’t get her hair dyed at her usual salon, Mark and Andy are despised by their peers in New York and Greenwich and Bernie, poor Bernie, is scared that someone wants him behind bars for more than twelve years. All this tragedy is what no doubt prompted Andy’s main squeeze, Catherine Hoops Hooper to call this blog with a message of compassion and love. “They’ve suffered enough”, she told us, “even Minnesota Peg agrees.” It’s time to forgive, forget and let bygones be bygones.” Who could disagree? But Hoops, if Andy does lose all his money and you still want to go to the Keys this winter, let’s talk.
See? Swim away, little fishy. Bye bye!
The general supposition among Madoff scandal fans has been that Mark and Andy, Bernie Madoff’s sons, were too busy fishing and playing kissy kissy with beautiful women to trouble their dura matter with deep questions like the meaning of life or the source of dad’s money. Now two ex-Madoff traders have sued the kids, alleging that they were in on the scam. Truth or fiction? We don’t know, but the fact that they’ve signed up Ric Bourke and Walter Noel as character witnesses suggests that their homes on Tomac and Cherry Valley may soon be on the market.
Andy Madoff, Catherine Hooper (Cat in the hat)
Poor little guy is homeless!
Madoff trustee starts “hardship fund” for victims. Walter and Monica first to apply, Catharine Hooper follows.
That’s the highest (and only) bid received for the trading arm of Madoff’s phony empire – the one run by the boys, Andy and Mark. For reasons that escaped me, the receiver and other experts had estimated its worth at $400,000,000 and had included a large part of that figure in determining that there was $800 million available to pay creditors. Yet, it turned out, the operation never made money and was subsidized by Bernie’s thefts from his own investors. The one bright spot? Andy and Mark have been fired and now have time to go fishing with Hooper.
Who needs money, Andy, when we can live on love and bonefish?