Obama's Sub-Prime Conflict

I remember my first piggy bank: a little pink piggy, made of plastic, with a little slot at the top. The slot was big enough, perhaps, to fit a half dollar, a great deal of money to me at the time."A penny earned is a penny saved," my father told me, as we dropped the first few coins into the opening, and I heard them hit bottom and bounce. And I can't tell you how excited I was when we broke it open, after a year or so, and I couldn't fit another penny into the slot.