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.
Sunday, March 04, 2018
March humor.............
“Wanna hear a joke?” asked Charlie, my 3rd grader. I nodded. “Bernie Sanders, Hillary Clinton, and Donald Trump all get into a boat.” I smiled. “They row into the middle of the ocean.” Okay. “And it sinks.” Whoa, sounds awful. “So who survives?” asked my 8-year old. I shrugged, certain I hadn’t told a political joke until my mid-twenties. “America!” he howled, doing a little dance, shaking his booty. “Where’d you hear that one little man?” I asked, laughing, marveling at our ever-advancing children. “School.”
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