By By David Fleming

Monday, December 9, 2002

The keys to Michael Lewis' dream home have been sitting there, just out of reach, for the past 3 1/2 hours. They're perched on top of a giant wood conference table and guarded by the meaty hands of a Louisiana state trooper. That's right, the seller just happens to be a cop and, well, he's not handing his home over until everything is just right. At this rate that may be sometime next June. The realtor was late. The printer jammed. There are termite reports to review, several pages regarding "t ...

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