Friday, October 16, 1998

Here I Go!
by John Shea ([email protected])

All hail Quasimodo, King of Fools. In a George Costanza bellow, I scream
to myself, "I'm jumpin' in! Here I go, I'm jumpin'!"

One dog investment after another over the years hasn't quelled my desire to beat the "pros," yet my machismo is a falsity. I started with gold (bought high, sold low, duh), moved on to real estate (more sweat equity than a hog in a marathon) just
before the bottom fell out, so I moved on to guaranteed (to drown in inflation) vehicles.

Enough is enough. I sought to educate myself.

Read the Fool books. Read Graham, Lynch, Buffett this and Buffett that. I've poured over the Foolish Four and Drips info. Buy Big League stocks and cut out the middle man. Scrooge himself would be proud. Many of these stocks fall into both categories. Many with minimums as low as $250 to start with miniscule fees.

"What's the catch?" I ask. "This is too good to be true," I say. "I'm jumpin' in, here I go!" Am I born to lose or is this finally The Way -- The Foolish Way?

And so, The Kid's career as an investor begins. Stay tuned, Fools.

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