In order to make ends meet this year after suing her financial managers, writer Patricia Cornwell has sold off the following items:

A reader sends this photo of a vanity plate that everyone can enjoy, taken on a street in Bushwick, Brooklyn. "The front of the car was all smashed up," she adds.

Champagne toasts! Chocolate fountains! Ice sculptures! Pin the tail on the urchin! Christmas season is upon us, which means well-heeled banksters will soon be gathering in the back rooms of Manhattan's finest eateries to honor Satan with shameless orgies of consumption. Tell us all about them.