Gratitude

You will always be my sweet sixteen, Nana! I love you.

Like I wrote at the other place, I’ve been hugged and kissed and kicked, and taught and influenced and befriended and loved by so many of you! I would not be me, if it weren’t for you! It’s only grown truer with time. Even more love and gratitude!

Began reading The Warren Buffett Shareholder today. This is from the preface. Many contributors to this book remark upon Buffetts’s distinctive teaching style, which tends to instruct people how to think rather than what to think. And John Bogle has attended one Meeting, but attests that even one can change your world. A couple of pages later Our premise was that Berkshire’s intrinsic value owes a lot to the Meeting and the shareholder community. Buffett wrote in his 2014 letter … ...

Thank you notes like these only make you fall in love with the folks who do the work. And make you want to support them even more! Thank you, Dan Carlin. For all you do. Brittany Durbin britt@dancarlin.com 5:26 AM (4 hours ago) to me Mario, When people ask us how we fund our operations around here, I usually tell them about our “global street performer” business model. A long time ago I realized that there’s probably not a whole lot of meaningful difference between what I do and what a violin player who finds a nice location on a street corner somewhere, opens up his/her violin case and begins playing does. We are both relying on “passers-by” throwing a few coins into the instrument case (or baseball cap as the case may be, haha) to keep us going. Of course, I work a very busy, global “street corner” (virtually speaking, right?). ...

Michel de Montaigne was a year younger than me (thirty eight), when he inscribed this on the wall in his library … In the year of Christ 1571, at the age of thirty-eight, on the last day of February, anniversary of his birth, Michel de Montaigne, long weary of the servitude of the court and of public employments, while still entire, retired to the bosom of the learned Virgins, where in calm and freedom from all cares he will spend what little remains of his life now more than half run out. If the fates permit, he will complete this abode, this sweet ancestral retreat; and he has consecrated it to his freedom, tranquility, and leisure. ...

from this beautiful Neil Gaiman poem, illustrated by Chris Riddell You’ve been a far better wife to me, than I a husband to you. You literally are my better half. I hope, I can keep at it though. Like the bible says … Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. ...