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“Please help me raise 500 million dollars so that I can accomplish my dream of becoming SUPER rich.”
A home contractor working on his own for the first time, found a copy of the 1938 Action Comics #1—”The most important comic book in the history of comic books”—stuffed in a wall while doing renovation. What followed was excitement and a heated argument with his wife’s aunt during which she grabbed the comic book. When he went to take it back, she held on, and the cover ripped, downgrading “the comic book’s condition to a 1.5 on a 10-point scale.” In-laws, they’re the worst.
The asking price for Copper Beech Farm, a 12 bedroom 50 Acre Waterfront Estate in Greenwich, Connecticut. The property includes two islands, walled gardens, a 75 foot pool with hot tub, a beach, a grass tennis court, a greenhouse, a stone carriage house and a cottage.
“Black-market Disney guides”: Rich Manhattan moms hire handicapped tour guides so kids can cut lines.
The Luckiest Village in the World by Michael Paterniti
It was a tiny town of farmers, a village where everyone knew everyone and nearly all struggled to make ends meet. But then, a few days before Christmas, they won the largest lottery in the history of Spain. The entire town. All of them. (Well, almost all of them.) Instantly, Sodeto became known as the luckiest place on earth. Michael Paterniti visits the town that fortune smiled upon and finds that the people there—now flush—are still uncertain of just how lucky they really are
Three years after Iverson’s last NBA game, the spotlight has shifted from his play to his flaws. His refusal back then to play by society’s rules was seen as an independent player’s quirks, part of the character and the brand, same as his cornrows and tattoos.
Practicing with hangovers added to the legend. Skipping team functions and refusing to obey the league’s dress code was a man who wouldn’t be held down. And embarrassing defenders on the way to the basket, in the NBA and before that at Georgetown, was a nightly statement by the 6-foot, 165-pound guard: If a man, no matter his size, is determined enough, he can get the better of giants.
But Iverson isn’t a basketball player anymore. This is something most everyone but Iverson has accepted, and for years a question worried those closest to him: What happens when the most important part of a man’s identity, the beam supporting the other unstable matter, is no longer there?
For the past three years, as Iverson chased an NBA comeback, his marriage fell apart and much of his fortune – he earned more than $150 million in salary alone during his career – dissolved. Now, those who once ignored past signals have recognized that basketball may have been the only thing holding Iverson’s life together.
“Destined to become a goldmine.”