I'm an attorney, licensed in Texas and Kentucky. By day I practice law; the rest of the time I read more than is strictly reasonable and chase whatever question won't leave me alone — the Fed and what money is doing, the strange ways property changes hands, the inside of my own profession, and the occasional thousand-page fantasy novel.
The Wedel Letter is where the digging ends up. An essay lands here on the first and third Thursday of each month. If you want to argue with one, the doors below are open.