We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you a public service announcement from Bloggingham Palace. Based on today's stock plummeting fiasco and the two financial superpowers, Merrill Lynch and Lehman Brothers going belly-up, I've decided to take a few hours this afternoon and do what my dear grandfather used to do with his money.
He was born in 1914. It only took him fifteen years from the day he was born to see the big picture. During his lifetime he witnessed the 1929 crash at the New York Stock Exchange, lived through the Great Depression, and somehow managed to have money in his pocket at all times. He worked in a furniture plant for over 30 years - not exactly what most people could afford when they couldn't feed their children. I'm about to tell you a secret.
Because all his life he kept his "real money" buried in the backyard in a huge glass peanut butter jar. I saw it. I touched it. I smelled it.
And I never thought it odd.
He knew what he was doing.
I suggest you invest in a shovel.