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To: marek_wojna who wrote (85690)	5/22/2002 8:01:09 PM
From: E. Charters	Respond to of 116815

I don't ascribe to the notion that it is all birth that succeeds. I shouldn't really go there, but people that are fairly close to me were of the Manor born. They had money to burn when their suspenders were fastened by small blue buttons. And they got richer. Sold land to sleazy developers by the square mile and made cities of it. That ain't pocket change. Grandfather on the other hand made big bucks in the thirties building for the government et al. By mid fifties the ineritance was worth 2 mill cash and perhaps the same in property. Then. -- By 1975 it was squandered. Divide the rest by 6 and what do you get? A cup of coffee, a stale donut and a fifteen minute break. So inheritance isn't everything. Greenspan may have gone to the right school and had at least enough money to do it, but he is no dummy, right or wrong. If you want to make money work, you have to work. 6 days a week at least, and have a few smarts too. If you want to win in the market you can't know everything so you have to have the timing of a mongoose and the paranoia of a s--t house rat. This may be a gift. EC<:-}

To: marek_wojna who wrote (85690)	5/22/2002 8:16:55 PM
From: E. Charters	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 116815

Three men had died in a plane crash and were waiting at the Gates. St. Peter was taking notes when God strolled by. The three men, some with bits of wreckage attached to them caught his eye, so he engaged them in conversation. "One of my hobbies is relative intelligence, and success in the temporal world" said God, "So I ask people about themselves -- say, you with the airplane seat around your neck, what is your IQ?" "170" was the reply. "Well God mused. I shall enjoy chatting with you for eternity about politics of man and his place in the universe." "The one wearing the lifebelt backwards, what is your intelligence?" "145", he answered. God looked pleasantly surprised. "Quite respectable, I am sure our discourses on science and philosophy will while away many an evening in this Elysian abode." Finally he turned to the third man, his suit pressed, not a hair out of place and without a mark on him, "And what would your IQ be? "Uh, 65 I think", came the answer. "Really!", God said, "How's the market?" EC<:-}