At first it was a faraway romance which lured me 2,500 miles from my cozy Kiawah Island beach home for a 3-year adventure in love and loss along the horrible frozen tundra of Eastern Washington State.
Then like the Jews, I wandered down to the desert Southwest, where some remnants of my Michigan family had found new homes. Though not 40 years, even if sometimes it seems that long, especially on this Thanksgiving day, a time when I will be without a single one of them because plans, and lives change and where commitment to tradition seems as fickle as the Lions in their annual ritual so part of Thanksgiving that was so part of my early years in Detroit.
It was those years in Spokane when this Blog was born and the painful, scarring dismantlement of that sojourn is well documented in these pages, black and blue posts and diatribes, circa early 2007. Don't go there, I never do.
It has been in the meanderings through the desert these past few years where most of you have found and come to know me. Like trading, living is a process and it is in that process that I have included you through much of my writing. Making a living from trading online is not a dream, it's real and it's here. Hopefully you are coming to understand this essential realization, notwithstanding my forecasting dumps this past year. (As my mia cupla for that, coming soon, a commission-free way to trade the ATR mechanical system.)
From that 2003 hopeless melancholy of Urge for Going, enters 2009.
For most, it will be year of the Seinfeld reunion show.
For me, it will be serendipity:
the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way