Fool’s Gold: The Mania for the Shiny Stuff Keeps Spreading
IN 2008, I was on the losing end of a gold trade—swindled, really.
By my dad.
I had just been laid off after the literary agent I worked for was poached, but was lucky enough to find a job and not have to file for unemployment only days later. In the interim between paychecks, however, I’d be broke.
“Well, you’ve got those coins lying around,” he suggested. Read More
