I am not and should not be considered an economist.

For millions, the retirement dream is in reality an economic nightmare. For millions, growing old today means growing poor, being sick, living in substandard housing, and having to scrimp merely to subsist.

I had always assumed that people were interested in economic affairs, just as I was. My assumption was justified. The times caught up with me. I was ready. I was there.

I worked up a daily fury about some economic injustice because there were so many of them.

I've learned ruthless concentration. I can write under any circumstances...street noises, loud talk, music, you name it.

Money never remains just coins and pieces of paper. Money can be translated into the beauty of living, a support in misfortune, an education, or future security.

I am not and should not be considered an economist.