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Want to see the Bernie Madoffs of tomorrow? Take a peek at the long-lived tradition of the Easter egg hunt. I hated these events when I was growing up and I don’t much care for ’em now.

As a kid, I’d rather been candy-less and egg-free than to claw and elbow for these spoils. And I certainly wasn’t going to lose any skin for some eggs, dyed or not. Perhaps it’s the “must-win” inherent competitiveness that some of us possess from birth. Or maybe it’s an acquired skill encouraged by parents.

Regardless, I suspect Bernie Madoff was a champion egg-hunter as a child; probably a top-notch piñata kid, for that matter; and, of course, even throughout adulthood, the quintessential trick-or-treater.

There was, however, some encouragement in the news Sunday morning (“Crowd scrambles at egg hunt: With the stadium overflowing, many others are turned away,” April 4).

It appears that at the end of the first Triad Egg Drop at the ballpark last weekend, there was a little redistribution of wealth; older kids sharing with the young ones. Not sure if this is an inherent trait or not, but it’s sure easy to see the striking similarities between this event and the recent goings-on in the “grown-up” world.

Wonder how many credit default egg-swaps took place.

Jeff Curley
Greensboro