CEO, Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street in '82. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors, '95. White Earth Chippewa. Raised on reservations. Conservative. NYSE/FINRA arbitrator. Drexel Burnham alum. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world elevated on a tech-driven dopamine binge, he trades from GHOST RANCH on the Yellowstone River in MT, TN farm, PAMELOT or CASA TULE', the family winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, will always be, an optimist.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Life on the Rez with the BIA........

An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a
Male buffalo with the other. He says to the waiter, "Want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up". He gets the Indian
A tall mug of coffee.
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts
The buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to
Splatter every where, then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand
Pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter
And says to the waiter, "Want coffee."
The waiter says, "Whoa, Chief! We're still cleaning up
Your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?
The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Training for upper management
Position in United States Government's BIA: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull,
Leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."

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