Silver is down. As its price falls, now is the time to jump on the band wagon and dollar cost average.
Settle on a routine - make incremental purchases either weekly or monthly. I tend to slide the odd ounce or two in my old leather pouch weekly.
Pictured below are two examples of my weakness. Each holds one ounce of .999 fine silver with a premium value on the fact both are fairly rare.
Your grandchildren will, one day soon, appreciate your efforts.
Stephen
Autumn

Friday, September 13, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Grin and Bear It
When as a child if I complained to my grandfather, whether of aches and pains, or any other problem, he'd always say, "Grin and bear it, boy."
So this evening I'm taking his advice. I'll not complain nor make excuses. Suffice it to say I've had a long hard week. This blog surely requires my attention, just not this evening.
Goodnight.
Stephen
So this evening I'm taking his advice. I'll not complain nor make excuses. Suffice it to say I've had a long hard week. This blog surely requires my attention, just not this evening.
Goodnight.
Stephen
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
The Bank and I
Spent an hour at my bank early this morning. Seems if I agree to make at least three online bill payments the Spanish owned holder of my funds will graciously forgive service charges on my business account.
The young banking nerd spent a few minutes with me and when I walked from the building I was an official computer qualified geek. His parting words were, "It's easy."
With a smile on my face I drive to the shop and spend the next two hours on my computer. Didn't work. I climbed on the phone and spent another half hour, or so, talking to a sweet young thing and she again walks me thru the process of logging into my business account. I disconnect from the phone and correctly caress the keys and am granted access to my account. Tried the bill pay feature.
Fail.
Screw it. I like paper checks. Slap a bit of ink on 'em and they're ready to ride.
I've been told computers make our life easier. I'm waiting...
Stephen
The young banking nerd spent a few minutes with me and when I walked from the building I was an official computer qualified geek. His parting words were, "It's easy."
With a smile on my face I drive to the shop and spend the next two hours on my computer. Didn't work. I climbed on the phone and spent another half hour, or so, talking to a sweet young thing and she again walks me thru the process of logging into my business account. I disconnect from the phone and correctly caress the keys and am granted access to my account. Tried the bill pay feature.
Fail.
Screw it. I like paper checks. Slap a bit of ink on 'em and they're ready to ride.
I've been told computers make our life easier. I'm waiting...
Stephen
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Tangible Investment
Decisions, decisions.
I'm late to the Duck Dynasty fade but I'm always on the hunt for tangible investments. So, I''m thinking...would an original Duck Commander call with Luna label intact built by Phil Robertson make a good investment.
At three hundred and fifty dollars it gives me pause.
Stephen
I'm late to the Duck Dynasty fade but I'm always on the hunt for tangible investments. So, I''m thinking...would an original Duck Commander call with Luna label intact built by Phil Robertson make a good investment.
At three hundred and fifty dollars it gives me pause.
Stephen
Friday, September 6, 2013
My Morning
The Para P-12 sits disassembled on my desk. I've just given its bore a good scrub, oiled its parts and reached to replace the recoil spring and plug back into place when I slipped and released the spring. It flew across the room.
Out comes my flashlight. I find the recoil spring, no problem. Reach and place it back on my desk...spring plug, no where to be found. I search, and search. Paper bags are upturned and emptied. I move various junk and shine the Surefire into crevices that haven't seen light in decades. I even tapped my shirt pockets just to make sure the plug didn't recoil and slap me in the chest.
About two hours later I'm about ready to sling the handgun against the wall. Took a sip of coffee. Told myself to relax. Picked up the frame and out drops the recoil spring plug. Sigh.
Five minutes later she's reassembled and ready for action.
Thus as been my morning.
Think I'll take a walk.
Stephen
Out comes my flashlight. I find the recoil spring, no problem. Reach and place it back on my desk...spring plug, no where to be found. I search, and search. Paper bags are upturned and emptied. I move various junk and shine the Surefire into crevices that haven't seen light in decades. I even tapped my shirt pockets just to make sure the plug didn't recoil and slap me in the chest.
About two hours later I'm about ready to sling the handgun against the wall. Took a sip of coffee. Told myself to relax. Picked up the frame and out drops the recoil spring plug. Sigh.
Five minutes later she's reassembled and ready for action.
Thus as been my morning.
Think I'll take a walk.
Stephen
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Old Pour
A very unique and rare piece of silver.
A 1.24 ounce .999 fine silver Alexander Westerfall Smelters ingot loaf bar.
Circa, 1970.
A few pieces have recently hit the market - about five. If you like precious metals these make fine investment pieces.
*****
Sorry I haven't written in the last two days. Busy here. Catch you later.
Stephen
A 1.24 ounce .999 fine silver Alexander Westerfall Smelters ingot loaf bar.
Circa, 1970.
A few pieces have recently hit the market - about five. If you like precious metals these make fine investment pieces.
*****
Sorry I haven't written in the last two days. Busy here. Catch you later.
Stephen
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