In the mid-2000s, as the national economy recovered from the dot-com bomb and the neighborhood started to be “discovered,” as if it were Papua New Guinea, I began to receive floods of letters. Some were sophisticated and glossy brochures, but most were not; the typical proposal was a one-page sheet of letterhead from a holding company or some other casually corporate entity. They generally had in common crappy graphics and offers of vast riches, cash purchases, loan renegotiations, living wills, mortgage assumptions and much more.
In mid-2008, from one day to the next, the flow of these letters dried up completely. Soon they started arriving again, until hurricane Sandy inspired another sudden pause in the action. Lately they have been pouring in once more. I’ve been collecting them for some time.