My Dear Mr. CryoPort,
One of the conservative, sensible, level-headed, prudent and honest bankers, up here in the hills, let me use his internet today and I came across this post from you. I asked him to read it. His comments are printed below.
"Interesting article about Quest. When I was at B.S. (Bear Stearns), before it collapsed, I used to follow the health-care industry and its derivative industries. Quest is certainly one of the most important. As for this other company, CryoPort, never heard of it. I did some research and could find very little on it. No press releases or any information for the past 55 days. Pin action in CYRX stock? You gotta' be kidding. (Big belly laugh) Pin heads in CYRX stock is a much more apt description. (At this point a few guys wearing Drexel-Burham and Solomon Bros. sweatshirts starting cracking up, also.) That's a laugh. If someone told me to invest in a company like pin-headed CryoPort, I would get away from the guy AND HEAD FOR THE HILLS. (At this point I an saying to myself, "Imagine if they knew my story. This is embarassing. I'm feeling stupid.") You don't need that kind of advice from anybody. Who is this guy who wrote the post? Do you know him? Does he know anything about the company? Is the company named after him? He says his name is CryoPort. Have you looked at the chart?"
Now it got real interesting. He pulled the chart of your stock up on his screen. You have to imagine the scene: Guys from "Bear", "Solly" and "DB" are gathered around the screen. You should have heard the ooohs, aaahs and grunts. "Check this out. Lower highs and lower lows for the past 6 months. No volume of any kind. No liquidity. You couldn't get out of this coyote if you had to." At which point, I piped up and told them my story and how I was able to get out alive. I gave them a little background on me, especially the part about my heading for the hills when some very conservative, sensible, level-headed, prudent and honest bankers told a few of the posters on this board to do so a few months ago.
Anyway, to continue... "Check out the 50 day, This is unbelieveable. Look at how the 50 is locked into the 100. There is no support on this puppy" (Baby coyote? I wasn't sure.) "until you get to the low 40's. Jesus. Can you imagine owning this thing? The poor guys out there hanging on with no support, no news, no revenue, no press releases from the company on the state of affairs with possible customers....Nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. Kloom." (Kloom? What's that?) "Let me outta' here. Head for the hills." They were having a grand ol' time, "like singin' at the Opry", on your post.
I went back to my little house in Eden Prairie and then I started thinking to myself. "Wait a minute here.....Opry? Did I hear Opry, as in "The Grand Ol'" in Nashville? That's where Tootsies is located. Hmmm..... This is getting real interesting......."
And then a Ray of sunshine shot through the treetops, moving above with the hstrade winds, and I could hear the distant sound of a pack of coyotes, howling in the background. I looked out over the Valley below and saw again my quiet, mysterious oldtimer friend, the tiger, quietly waiting in the weeds by the river, flowing South..........
AI
