This morning I mended my pants pockets once again. Each of my pairs of pants has long knots of thread holding the pockets together. Some of the pockets are becoming too small to actually hold anything but I can’t afford to buy new pants so it’s still better than letting all the paltry items in my treasury fall onto the street. Luckily I don’t have much to put in them; maybe some day soon I’ll be able to do without pockets entirely. I think Lloyd Blankfein must have very large pockets to keep all my money in and you can be sure that he doesn’t have to worry about holes in them. And I don’t suppose he trims the fray off of the bottoms of his pants every time he washes them. Not that I would blame him if he did; it would be unseemly for the CEO of Goldman Sachs to go to his office on Broad Street with threads hanging from the bottoms of his legs. You can’t steal much money with frayed pants in Broad Street.