COVID-19 is said to be destroyed by warm weather.
That’s why I’m not at the White Wolf Mine.
Meanwhile, back home on the Mogollon Rim, where it snowed last week and is supposed to snow next week, the troops are restless.
Some of you ask how I could afford to languish on a beach. Well, I bought stock and index futures and other index-related stocks on the way up and sold when I told you to on this blog, on February 23, before the market crashed. I may not be back at the mine before spring (which shouldn’t be long in coming)
But you never know. I’ve been told that I’m needed on the US border for a project we have going there. I may need to cut things short and fly to the cold forbidding weather of San Diego, California – and maybe Puerto Vallarta for a week or so. Life is a beach, just maybe a different latitude.
Bloomberg let me down. I offered my vote in exchange for a new Rolls Royce. His campaign never got back to me and: No car, no envelope of cash to buy a fancy car, nothing. Yes, it’s a disappointment. Bloomie, you let me down.