Living in a material the cold, hard cash bines nier 2 S I MIGHT as well admit it. My wife aud I have a pow- erful secret influence over the world’s economy. This will sound crazy, ] know. At the very least, a classic example of paranoid grandiosity. But look at the record. Many years ago after having scrimped and saved and worked ourselves ragged, we accumulated enough hard cash to invest in something. It was a modest amount, as these things go. But wealth being relative, for us it was a wad. The biggest we had ever managed to amass. : . Unfortunately, it seems we are - both risk-takers. Marriages might” not last as Jong, but in matters of finance it is best to have at least one conservative on the team. To keep the brain, as well as the books, balanced. Follow me? But when it turns out the fiscal ‘conserative in the family is an in- curable genetically‘imprinted gambling maniac, you're in trou- bie. , : Thus it was that when it came time to invest the wad, my Beloved Oneness actually agreed toaschemeto buyintoagold mine in Newfoundland. What with the price of gold having risen to an all-time high. What a great ideat OK, here’s what happened. We -had no sooner invested all our money in one speculative gold mine stock than the entire world price of gold dropped astonishingly. I think it was a matter of weeks. Doom. The gold mine folded. There went our life’s savings. I wish | was joking. Oh well. Being plucky, types, the financial Wizard/Companera and | got up off the ground, cleaned up the mess and crawled grimly back to our work positions. ~ Years passed.. We accumulated yet another relative bundle. Pea- nuts, as these things go: But, again, hard cash. Nat to make the mistake of the last time, this time we have a mutual funds ‘‘expert’’ over to North Shore News our house, who, of course, turns out to be flogging mutual funds. We are shown the colured charts, the glossy brochures, the thick binder of up-to-date print- outs, We go for it. Now we've spread our marbles out. Not going to be caught with eggs in one basket again. Smugly, we go off on a mon- th-long trip to New Zealand. On the way back through to Van- couver, we stop in Honolulu fora few days to dry out. f go down to the bar. There’s a grown man crying at the stool beside me. What's the problem? He's mourning the death of his friend in New York who just threw himself off a ledge. Why'd he do that? My sobbing companion informs me: ‘He was a mutual funds broker.’ Ah. Indeed. Yes, it turned out to be Black Monday. Our mutual funds had lost two-thirds of their value over- night. Across the board. So much for the safety of being spread out, Better we should have kept it all in a sock, OK. So what is our next brilliant move? Feeling frustrated with a rather stagnant B.C. . economy, we decide J should ac- cept a fellowship in Toronto to, study scriptwriting. When the ” nine-month course ends, | get of- fered a contract at a TV station. Go figure. ° We decide to stay for a while. “We cannot help but note that the Toronto real estate scene is booming. Hm. f We haven’t been able to save up any money fer a while, what with me being in school, but we do have equity in our home back in ‘the Anmore Valley. So we use that as suction to get the pump going at the banks and trust companies. We are assured by fatherly realtors that ‘“‘you can’t lose buying in the Toronto market.’’ . Guess what happens. . The Ontario economy collapses. The Toronto real estate market reverses itself for the first time in living memory, and property value nosedives. Wouldn’t you know it? We bought high, probably the last two idiots to do so. Just like we were the last two idiots to buy into gold. Just like we were the last two idiots to buy mutual funds prior to Black Friday. I could cite a few other minor © examples, but you get the drift. There’s no point crying over having locked into long-term morigages when interest rates were high, or having paid the taxes for years on holding property that turhed out to be useless. These things are all just part of growing, one presumes. Still, | can’t help seeing a pat- iern. The All-Wise Beauteous One says she sees it too. And, as you "This government, this Prime Minister and this Minister of Health have no intention of opening the Canada Health Act to user fees" -Mary Collins MEANT a ee Jewellery Appraisal by Qualified GEMOLOGIST, Charlene Euren Only , 1 As per item with photograph on the premises world: can tell, she’s nearly infallible. First, we wrecked gold. Next, we wrecked mutual funds. 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