Timeline
Year 0
Born in a time when America is still a free country. The people elect their leaders with votes counted by hand before reliable witnesses. Vote fraud is discouraged. Google "Battle of Athens." Fresh milk and eggs delivered to your door at 6AM, straight from the farm. We didn't know they were organic.
Year 9
I watch The Wizard Of Oz. Dorothy's slippers are ruby.
Year 10
I walk along the sidewalk in the rain and a police cruiser pull overs to offer me a ride. Not in the back behind bullet proof glass but right up front - next to the dashboard mounted shotgun - where I get to talk to the dispatcher on the mic. I travel with my grandfather on an airliner, with propellers! He takes his shotgun with him in a hard shell case and sticks it in the overhead luggage compartment. No one so much as looks twice. Skinny terrorists with box cutters? You've got to be kidding me.
Year 13
A public school rebel. Bored out of my mind. Watch flies land on my desk. Finish work early, try to help the kids around me, drive my teachers crazy. Curiosity is my only drug. ADD hasn't been invented yet. Nurses don't pass out drugs, just band aids.
Year 15
Educated at Phillips Andover Academy. Sport coat, tie, penny loafers. Always addressed by my last name. I receive a rigorous 18th century classical education. Unfortunately, it's the 20th century at the time. Voted "most likely to secede."
Year 18
Ace the SAT's. Off to pre-med at Boston University to study physics, calculus and organic chemistry with an exploratory minor in co-ed anatomy.
Year 20
Vietnam is over. Lyndon "Hit Man" Johnson is out, "Tricky Dick" Nixon is in. I hear the immortal James Jamerson's bass line on Bernadette by The Four Tops and the universe stands still. I buy a beat-up Fender Precision bass (painted lime green) at a pawn shop in Harvard Square, teach myself how to play and hit the road. Bye, bye, Marcus Welby.
Year 21
Meet a beautiful black woman from Chicago. A singer, songwriter and guitarist extraordinaire. Her father was a bomber pilot in the Tuskeegee Airmen. Together we hit the road opening for major rock acts like Chicago, the Byrds and the Bee Gees in venues seating thousands. In between we gig at small town joints where bikers do wheelies on the dance floor and the walls are decorated in aluminum foil. We're a long way from suburbia now. An education like this cannot be priced.
Year 25
Back in Boston, gigging in a blue-eyed soul band covering James Brown, Wilson Pickett, Bobby Womack. Popping, snapping, digging life on the bottom. Feet, don't fail me now! Parents disown me. Oops.
Year 30
A society bandleader now. Perform at over 5,000 weddings, bar mitvahs, corporate events. Four social functions each weekend at 5-star Boston area hotels and country clubs, booked years ahead, each with a 50% deposit. Talk about job security. Silver hits $50 an ounce. Cost of living dirt cheap with minimal small business regulations. It's almost like living in a free country. Lots of dangerous free time on my hands...
Year 40
I read The Market For Liberty, Atlas Shrugged, The Anti-Federalist Papers, every Supreme Court decision up until 1980, many hundreds of rare books on suppressed history, the entire 9,600 pages of The Internal Revenue Code. I read The Wizard Of Oz by L. Frank Baum. Those yellow bricks were gold? Dorothy's slippers were silver? And the cowardly lion is the public? Ahhh... now I understand.
Year 41
I unplug cable TV. Now there's only one sewer line in the house, and it goes out. I discover the exit to The Truman Show. Gosh, there's a whole other world out here... and what interesting people!
Year 43
I learn what really happened at Versailles, Jekyll Island, the Bonuseers March, Pearl Harbor, Dealey Plaza, The Gulf of Tonkin, Waco, OKC, Ruby Ridge... We're not in Kansas anymore.
Year 45
I lecture nationwide on constitutional issues, guest on countless talk radio shows. One stop takes me to Connecticut which calls itself 'The Constitution State.' Problem is, just about no one living there has ever read it. Kids don't read it in school. Their teachers never read it either. As Joseph Sobran once remarked, the Constitution no longer poses any serious threat to our present form of government.
Year 53
Married and blessed with three wonderful children. Home school them until they start schooling me.
Year 55
Trading Forex. Get good at it, develop trading courses, teach hundreds of students how to generate fresh new money out of thin air, an exercise usually left to the banking cartel.
Year 60
Develop automated trading software to mine profits from currencies as an alternative to employment and other risky speculations. Home school the kids between naps. We read The Market For Liberty, Atlas Shrugged, the Anti-Federalist Papers...
Year 65
Still consulting. Helping new friends accomplish what I've been helping old friends to do for many years: scientifically rebuild portfolios damaged by market crashes. Hedge dollar destruction. Retire young and healthy. Enjoy life helping others (the only reason we're all here in the first place).
Born in a time when America is still a free country. The people elect their leaders with votes counted by hand before reliable witnesses. Vote fraud is discouraged. Google "Battle of Athens." Fresh milk and eggs delivered to your door at 6AM, straight from the farm. We didn't know they were organic.
Year 9
I watch The Wizard Of Oz. Dorothy's slippers are ruby.
Year 10
I walk along the sidewalk in the rain and a police cruiser pull overs to offer me a ride. Not in the back behind bullet proof glass but right up front - next to the dashboard mounted shotgun - where I get to talk to the dispatcher on the mic. I travel with my grandfather on an airliner, with propellers! He takes his shotgun with him in a hard shell case and sticks it in the overhead luggage compartment. No one so much as looks twice. Skinny terrorists with box cutters? You've got to be kidding me.
Year 13
A public school rebel. Bored out of my mind. Watch flies land on my desk. Finish work early, try to help the kids around me, drive my teachers crazy. Curiosity is my only drug. ADD hasn't been invented yet. Nurses don't pass out drugs, just band aids.
Year 15
Educated at Phillips Andover Academy. Sport coat, tie, penny loafers. Always addressed by my last name. I receive a rigorous 18th century classical education. Unfortunately, it's the 20th century at the time. Voted "most likely to secede."
Year 18
Ace the SAT's. Off to pre-med at Boston University to study physics, calculus and organic chemistry with an exploratory minor in co-ed anatomy.
Year 20
Vietnam is over. Lyndon "Hit Man" Johnson is out, "Tricky Dick" Nixon is in. I hear the immortal James Jamerson's bass line on Bernadette by The Four Tops and the universe stands still. I buy a beat-up Fender Precision bass (painted lime green) at a pawn shop in Harvard Square, teach myself how to play and hit the road. Bye, bye, Marcus Welby.
Year 21
Meet a beautiful black woman from Chicago. A singer, songwriter and guitarist extraordinaire. Her father was a bomber pilot in the Tuskeegee Airmen. Together we hit the road opening for major rock acts like Chicago, the Byrds and the Bee Gees in venues seating thousands. In between we gig at small town joints where bikers do wheelies on the dance floor and the walls are decorated in aluminum foil. We're a long way from suburbia now. An education like this cannot be priced.
Year 25
Back in Boston, gigging in a blue-eyed soul band covering James Brown, Wilson Pickett, Bobby Womack. Popping, snapping, digging life on the bottom. Feet, don't fail me now! Parents disown me. Oops.
Year 30
A society bandleader now. Perform at over 5,000 weddings, bar mitvahs, corporate events. Four social functions each weekend at 5-star Boston area hotels and country clubs, booked years ahead, each with a 50% deposit. Talk about job security. Silver hits $50 an ounce. Cost of living dirt cheap with minimal small business regulations. It's almost like living in a free country. Lots of dangerous free time on my hands...
Year 40
I read The Market For Liberty, Atlas Shrugged, The Anti-Federalist Papers, every Supreme Court decision up until 1980, many hundreds of rare books on suppressed history, the entire 9,600 pages of The Internal Revenue Code. I read The Wizard Of Oz by L. Frank Baum. Those yellow bricks were gold? Dorothy's slippers were silver? And the cowardly lion is the public? Ahhh... now I understand.
Year 41
I unplug cable TV. Now there's only one sewer line in the house, and it goes out. I discover the exit to The Truman Show. Gosh, there's a whole other world out here... and what interesting people!
Year 43
I learn what really happened at Versailles, Jekyll Island, the Bonuseers March, Pearl Harbor, Dealey Plaza, The Gulf of Tonkin, Waco, OKC, Ruby Ridge... We're not in Kansas anymore.
Year 45
I lecture nationwide on constitutional issues, guest on countless talk radio shows. One stop takes me to Connecticut which calls itself 'The Constitution State.' Problem is, just about no one living there has ever read it. Kids don't read it in school. Their teachers never read it either. As Joseph Sobran once remarked, the Constitution no longer poses any serious threat to our present form of government.
Year 53
Married and blessed with three wonderful children. Home school them until they start schooling me.
Year 55
Trading Forex. Get good at it, develop trading courses, teach hundreds of students how to generate fresh new money out of thin air, an exercise usually left to the banking cartel.
Year 60
Develop automated trading software to mine profits from currencies as an alternative to employment and other risky speculations. Home school the kids between naps. We read The Market For Liberty, Atlas Shrugged, the Anti-Federalist Papers...
Year 65
Still consulting. Helping new friends accomplish what I've been helping old friends to do for many years: scientifically rebuild portfolios damaged by market crashes. Hedge dollar destruction. Retire young and healthy. Enjoy life helping others (the only reason we're all here in the first place).