I'm a writer for one of the country's largest pop-culture-type magazines and, at the same time, I am one of the world's worst investors. Did I sell an apartment in Manhattan's Flat-Iron district in late 1999, because I feared the Y2k problem? You bet I did. And so it has gone.
Even so, at the age of 60, I have managed to broom together quite a tidy little pile. And I hope to keep it. And grow it. Though I have my doubts, given my investment history, that any of this is possible in the long run. Or even the short.
Herein lies a chronicle of the life & times of my money.