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.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Native American
I am a very guilty party. Politically correct types would call me guilty of conduct unbecoming the top dog at a suburban Atlanta money management firm. Frankly, I care less. Some big wigs lunch at the Capital Grill, others at Bones or the myriad of eateries around Atlanta that cater to the power lunch crowd. Me? I get into the Carhartt's and go check traps. Beaver traps, bobcat traps, fox traps, coyote traps. Lunch is trail mix and a Gatorade. It's close to Christmas in Dixie and there's fur to be had in the pines.
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