It’s a wrap. The hordes at J.P. Morgan are packing up and heading home (or to the ski slopes, or Napa Valley, or…). Before the hashtag fades into oblivion, a couple final observations from the Twitterverse:
It happens every year, but folks still marveled at how many local businesses had the chutzpah to charge for seats in their lobbies or impose minimum food and drink charges on guests.
