HER DAUGHTER LAUGHED AT HER HANDMADE QUILT

tax-lien properties in Queens, and Sol – God rest him – was the first person who ever looked at me like I had a brain instead of a mop.

“You understand numbers,” he told me once. “Most people are afraid of them. You’re not.”

He started letting me buy in. Fifty dollars here. Two hundred there. A foreclosed two-family in Corona that nobody wanted because continue reading …