“I met Jamie Dimon in San Francisco the other day,” Alice the Anarchist told me. At least, he said he was Dimon.” “You met the CEO of J.P. Chase Morgan here, in a coffee house?” I asked Alice. We were sitting in Caffeination on Valencia, with no bankers in sight. “I was walking through Dogpatch, not far from the Chase Center,” Alice recalled, “and this extremely well-dressed fellow asked if I would join him for a drink at the Ramp. I couldn’t s…
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