Trading quote of the day

The sweat began to drip from my brow as I scribbled my safe-deposit box number onto the bank’s card. I handed it to the security guard and we went into the vault. He unlocked my box with his key and left. I unlocked the box with my key. I yanked out the box and nearly fell to the floor. I’d forgotten how heavy forty pounds was. I started packing the plastic tubes of Krugerrands into my briefcase. There were a bunch of them, at least $250,000 worth. Maybe more; with the world falling apart, the price of gold probably was soaring. [...] I started shuffling down 65th Street, the briefcase pulling me over to one side like Quasimodo. By the time I reached Rockefeller’s house, my shirt was plastered to my body and I was gasping for breath. The leaders of the club might be in there screwing everybody else, but they weren’t going to screw me. I was the chosen one, I was fulfilling my responsibility, I was taking care of my family.

//Marty Schwartz