Poor Miss Maine. She falls for these smooth-talking Wall Street fellas and comes home with her hair a mess, her dress ripped, and stuck with the kid, the mortgage, and the tab for dinner. Remember the one from Penn National? Complained that the pre-nup she negotiated would break him. Within a year he had sold the franchise and doubled his money.

Now this slick character from Cate Street comes along with his lawyers and his lobbyists, and poor Miss Maine winds up $16 million poorer. I guess she was lucky he didn’t “invest” $100 million for a whole day; it would have cost her $40 million.

Maybe Miss Maine needs a stricter chaperone.

Steve Collins

Bridgton