I used to like Ira over at Bloomberg. He always looked like he didn't give a shit. He looked like a guy who drove one of the Chrysler K-cars and had a wife who bossed him around. His best buddy was the bartender at the corner bar and Ira acted like he was looking forward to break-time to get there for a few good belts.
Ira got his stock market tips from his bartender buddy who knew some Zillionaire and he'd pass this stuff on to Ira. Ira always stayed at the bar too long and always caught hell from Mrs Ira when he got home.
Ira was always consistent with his final comment, "If the market goes up, it will be up and if the market goes down, it will be down". I made a fortune with Ira and retired. I never did find out who the bartender or the Zillionaire, but Ira never missed meat-loaf for dinner on Thursday night with the wife.
Ira got his stock market tips from his bartender buddy who knew some Zillionaire and he'd pass this stuff on to Ira. Ira always stayed at the bar too long and always caught hell from Mrs Ira when he got home.
Ira was always consistent with his final comment, "If the market goes up, it will be up and if the market goes down, it will be down". I made a fortune with Ira and retired. I never did find out who the bartender or the Zillionaire, but Ira never missed meat-loaf for dinner on Thursday night with the wife.