A Cautionary Tale The Chartist
Charts donít lie, just in case you needed a reminder.
by Edwin Polokoff
I shall never forget George. When I
first met him, he was a man in his
late 50s, somewhat paunchy, of
medium height, dark hair streaked
with gray, silver-rimmed glasses
shielding tired eyes ó George
looked docile. A closer look betrayed
his seemingly easygoing
manner. His hands shook slightly
but uncontrollably, especially when he ate or wrote.
My conclusion was that he had been through too
many stock market wars, and the wear and tear on
his nerves, stress from his occupation, had created
the nerve problem.