So there Baby sat, as an Assistant Vice President, in her office at Lumbermens Mortgage Corporation. On lunch hour on day, around the time when Fannie Mae closed her window, she was reading: "The Money Market: Myth, Dream & Reality." Lee (The Boss) walked by.
"I'm on lunch. Do you know this stuff, Mr. H?"
He giggles, "Well, a little of it."
"Where's the magic closing book?" he inquiries on his way back to his office, next door.
"Right there on the window, above the typewriter."
Executive Vice President, Bob, walks in from lunch with his family. His little daughter runs in to Baby's office and sits down. Bob chases after her and says, "Wow, she looks just like you!" He was already planning the Real Estate Convention Party or the Christmas Party, or Some Party. Parties were always "Money no object" with Mr. H.
Baby was babysitting Lumbermens Mortgage Corporation. She knew it. You HAD to know that stuff. But give Mr. H a graph report and he knew enough to know when he had to get another mortgage on his house.
Then came computers. "Wow, this is fun!" Baby said. "Tell me about it, Mr. Custom Programmer?!"
So as the programmer, John, was programming the System 23 (IBM), he was explaining and teaching and said, "Chubb is the best place to learn."
Baby applied and earned an 'A' on her I.Q. test. She was accepted and Mr. H paid for the schooling.
Before ya knew it, came IBM PCs, with all kinds of neat books available to do all kinds of neat stuff. Baby had a book shelf in her office, of course.
Baby bought a PC with all the fixin's and carried it into her office and set up shop. Meanwhile, coffee drinkin', laid back abusers of Mr. H's kindness came in to operate the machinery. She knew closings, afterall. So she sat, fat, pressing the buttons as she was trained, but drinking coffee right over the keyboard.
"No coffee by the keyboard," Baby insisted, giving part-timer an order.
Baby was ignored. Next thing ya know, the coffee spills onto the computer.
"What do I do now?" Madam idiot says, "It doesn't work anymore!"
Madam part-timer leaves for the day and Baby walks into Mr. H. "Ya know, Mr. H, that was a $2,000 cup of coffee!"
Mr. H giggled, probably thinking, "Now I better check for personal loans!"
So life continued at Lumbermens Mortgage. One day, after IBM had their System 36 and AT&T was getting in on it, Baby was sitting in her office when Mr. H walks in. He throws an envelope on her desk. "To: Mr. H/From: The Federal Reserve Board."
"This is your job," he says to Baby.
Baby responds, "Okay. By the way, did you receive a copy of J. Peter's (JPeter Grace) report on Mortgage Banking yet?"
Mr. H giggles, "No, not yet."
"Well, when you get it, I'd like to read it. I used to work for him, ya know."
Mr. H giggles and leaves, "Whew," he was probably thinking. Almost time for another mortgage.
Then, one day, The Fed calls Baby. "Why did you put this on the report?"
"That's what you're looking for."
There was silence on the phone.
"Well, next time you come across this situation, just put this."
Baby shut her mouth. And waited. And watched. And listened. But soon it was time to RUN for it. The Nazi's were already moving in, and the Federal Reserve was broke.
"One dollar and other GOOD and valuable consideration," she remembered, as she ran home to make sure she had her Silver Certificate. Then she waited, "Selling, market-wise, Uncirculated MARKED bills."
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She knew just what to do.
"Quick," she writes to the Fed, "Call S95," and filed an Assignment of Trust in the Ocean County Clerk's Office, in New Jersey.
She received a letter back. Like saying, "Cool, baby. All under control. No matter what, absolute trust and love?"
"No matter what!" Baby promised, starting to write to the F.B.I., all kinds of CRAZY letters. She was, by that point, anyway, a CERTIFIED NUT CASE, if nothing else.