Manages Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street, 82. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors. Member, White Earth Chippewa Tribe. Was NYSE/FINRA arb. Conservative. Raised on Native reservations. 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, his TN farm, Pamelot or CASA TULE', his winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, and will always be, an optimist.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Yesterday at Six Flags...............

We spent a gorgeous day at Six Flags celebrating my son's 10th birthday with his posse of pals. It didn't come cheap.

What a hoot and no shortage of tats, piercings and mullet haircuts. Just like North Korea, everyone is trying to make a statement.

The parking lot at the end of the day looked like a garbage dump. Park patrons just throw all their McDonalds trash out in the lot. And that trash surely has a "ton" to do with the size of the patrons. It was an amazing exhibit of obesity waddling around at Six Flags. Scary. The lady who got stuck in the turnstile exiting the park was a highlight. There weren't that many people at the park for such a beautiful day. Talladega was running and that probably kept half of Alabama occupied. As for the boys, as one said to me on the way home, it was "the greatest day of his life"! It's still tough to beat a roller coaster ride for sheer thrills!

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