Today I’m in Manhattan, having flown in to one of the nicer malls I’ve ever walked through, aka LaGuardia Airport. ($8 billion goes a long way.) No, I am not here to avoid the terrible tornadoes that have hit our nation, and I didn’t use Rocket’s new pro-home buying credit card to book the flight. No, I am not here regarding Donald Trump’s indictment by a Manhattan grand jury, although he is expected to come to New York today and to be arraigned in criminal court tomorrow. I certainly didn’t come to spend $8 on a pack of Oreo cookies or $30 on pasta with tomato sauce, although I am. I could say that I was scouting restaurants for the MBA’s Secondary Conference next month, but I’m not. In fact, I can’t think of any really logical reason to come here, other than I wanted to be able to say I’d seen Bruce Springsteen play Madison Square Garden with my son Robbie (with MCT), which was a fine show and venue indeed. (Today&