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.

Thursday, December 19, 2024

College Life..................

 


This time in my life was special.  College days.  Trapping my way through life!  $65 for a red fox pelt was special then and still is today.  It was then that I knew I would always work for myself.  I would always cook what I caught, and eat what I killed.

I had one job in college that I despised.   I worked for the Minnesota Highway Department, a state government job that taught me about the lack of incentives for employees to do the right thing for taxpayers.  I couldn't imagine working for a government agency or large corporation for a career. 

I earned a degree in social science with a secondary teaching certificate in Minnesota and quickly learned that teaching was rewarding but wasn't going to take me where I wanted.   Sitting in teachers' lounges listening to teachers gossip about students and their parents wasn't my cup of tea nor was the simple fact that no matter what I tried, the same kids in the back of the class that were goofballs on the first day of school would be jag-offs on the last day of the school year.  I can't imagine the difficulty in classrooms today without a father in sight for them.         

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