I dreamed that Goldman Sachs defaulted on some loans and went under, rather like Argentina. What made this especially tragic was that Colin had finally made some money off his Sun stock, only to invest it in Goldman. Someone mentioned that Morgan Stanley had already failed, so I guess Matt was feeling Colin's pain.

As these events unfolded, a group of us, including Colin, my father and Emer the donkey rescuer, watched CNN on a huge screen on the roof of an apartment in Soma. We drank Corona. The sun set behind us, and the Bay Bridge was cast into twilight.