Ken, Ken, Ken… Mr. Feinberg? Can I call you Ken? I feel that since I’ve been writing about you so much these past few months that I’ve almost gotten to know you, not in that best friends at summer camp kind of way, but more like a co-worker, a co-worker I don’t care for very much. You know, that person in the office who you … Continue reading It’s (still) the transparency, stupid…