I'm 100% cash.

I've been 100% cash for the last three years.

I realize that over the last three years I've missed a lot of throws of the dice that would have paid handsomely, and, that look easy in hindsight.

But, I'm still 100% cash.

I read everything I can read. I prefer to read older history texts, but I find myself reading current material too today.

And I find so little that isn't out and out puffing by some huckster, I will remain 100% cash until I see something that looks better, and that will allow me to still sleep nights, just as I do now.

And FYI, I'm near 60 and raised two sons. I've been a self-employed trading entrepreneur my entire life, though mostly because I'm unemployable due to my inability to be a patient slave, or to take "No." for an answer.

I have never had a loan or a credit card in my life.

I've been married to the same woman since 1970, though God only knows how.

And yet, despite all the signs that I would expect to lead me otherwise, I'm still 100% cash.

My wife and I now live in a one bedroom apartment and drive a 17 year old Volvo and a 16 year old pickup, but just because I was lucky enough to find good ones just when my Honda got too rusty according to the state.

If I can get healthy again (I'm really trying hard here, 100 sit-ups a day minimum) I'm going to buy a big sailboat.

Sailboats are cheap right now because the rich are casting off their toys.

If my wife would let me, I'll buy that big sailboat.

And in that case, I'm going to point it away from these shores and sail away.

But then, I'm near sixty. And travel has always been dream, if a dream that seems more and more remote every day I live now.

My health is remarkably good. The big problem I have is I keep falling down. And when I fall down now, I get hurt pretty bad. Twice in the last year or so, I really fell hard. The first time I pushed a rib into my liver, which left me disabled for ... well, that was over a year ago, and I still suffer some from it, edema from the injury left me with a weak cardiovascular system in the legs. The edema went away, but the legs are weak and heavy, clumsy. The second time I fell, I couldn't believe it, but I broke an ankle and an arm, left and right. It was almost funny. To look at me, you couldn't imagine this had happened to me, I'm young and still a massive brute! But as improbable as it may seem to me, sometimes even I wonder if I'm not going to die from this old age thing one of these days. It's so ironic looking at it that way, that old age is exactly the way it's always been described to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I've been wrong before. I can hope I'm wrong this time too. But at sixty, I think I must be pretty near half way out on this limb that is too weak to hold me all the way out.

For a moment, there was a part of me that actually thought this guy might be the real thing. That he had the "right" advisors because he "needed" to in order to succeed. Once he was at the top, he could be himself to a greater degree.

Don't know what I was drinkin'!

It seems he is more like the sinister advisors of his than he is forthright with the American people who got him there. Hell, who at this point wouldn't RATHER have Rev. Wright be a serious influence INSTEAD of Rham and comapny?