Jim,

Tonight I was "treated" to a call from a investment broker, right about dinner time (nice) and it went something like this, but for the sake of comedic relief, let’s put it in the Roman era.

"A funny thing happened to me on the way to the forum. I received a phone call, which in itself, was strange due to the period. Emanating from this strange little device was the voice of an apparent seer, not quite a money changer, but a man of investment none the less. He asked of me where I lay my riches, "Be they at the temple of greed with their great pillars of stone, or perhaps the Colosseum where many a gladiator wager as sport." I told him nay, I choose the safe haven of our fathers, gold. "What’s this folly, gold, are you bewitched? Have you not heard the many oracles preaching in the square, with their words of easy fortune. Why would one of sound mind, be confused by such an innocuous phantom, surely you have ambitions." I told him, make no mistake, I have a strong desire to achieve, but the road to prosperity is lined with many a soothsayer professing to know the way.  But as of late, I have become wary of their tendencies, for it seems, only the chosen now possess the wheaten pelf, while we lowly commoners, get the chaff.

CIGA Chicken Little