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.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Seldom do I mention individual stocks. Usually because the "never-made-a-mistake" crowd is quick to harp when one breaks down fairly soon after getting into the trade, which still happens often enough. When you play in the small-cap, momentum space it happens. Life isn't fair. To some, mattresses are for their cash and to lay on and worry about their lot in life. Yesterday, all of the shares we controlled in GOOGLE were dumped at the 474-475 mark. For all of you who yacked trash when we got into the trade at the 350 mark maybe you'll give me a couple of your winning ideas that will generate 125 points fairly quick. I'm waiting.
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