My dear Mr. Baseball Fan,
Thank you so much for thinking of me. (“PS to Sir Boston-send the falcon to the store and buy some CYRX shares this week. It would be a shame if you missed the party at Tootsies.”)
I don’t know if I can send my falcon to the store or anywhere far away right now. Let me tell you what has happened. After the crash of the airplane in the Hudson River last week, the FAA and the NTSB have decided to experiment with the use of natural predators for the purpose of keeping away those birds that get sucked into airplane engines near airports. In case you didn’t know it, the falcon is at the top of the food chain in the bird world. (Indeed, when birds see a falcon, they clear out and “head for the hills”). This makes my falcon one of the valuable “natural predators” that might be used near airports where there is a bird problem.
I have been contacted by McGuire AFB in New Jersey regarding the use of me and my falcon in this effort to scare away birds that are in the area. I may have to come down from Banker Hill, with my dear falcon, and advise the staff there on methods of preventing wayward birds from getting near the airport. This method may end up being used across the United States in any airport that has this problem. Who knows? I and my falcon may end up on your local television station as a type of predator in your area and near your home.
I am on alert. My falcon is on alert. Indeed, I may not be tanned, but I am rested and ready to serve if they need me. I have put a brand new black leather hood over my falcon’s head and I have taken out my favorite leather gauntlet which I shall proudly wear on my arm for when he lands. I will keep you posted on our activities.
As for buying CryoPort stock, I don’t know. I have gotten some of the bankers up here interested in it. I told you last week that I showed it to a bunch of the money managers here on Banker Hill and they laughed me out of the campfire and wouldn’t let me join the Indian ice cream tasting that night. I felt foolish. (Little did they know what my original motivation was for buying the stock in the first place. Read my post to my dear friend, coachc, wherein I told him how I heard about CYRX. Crazy, crazy, crazy.)
Well, a few of the very smart guys have done some research and are starting to actually follow the stock and the company. Their interest sort of piques mine and makes me wonder whether or not I made a big mistake by selling all of my stock early last month. I appreciate your invitation and I know that you sincerely want me to do well with the stock.
I don’t know. I am torn between the new advice of a few of these really smart and honest money managers up here and the very wise words of coachc and Mr. Walrus. They advised me to head for the hills and this is what I have done. Now I am somewhat confused. Couple this with the strange events of last week and the possibility of my having to leave Banker Hill for a while and I am really thrown. I’ll have to sleep on it and see what I can see down in the valley below. My falcon is soaring to new heights “as we speak” right now and I want to discuss with him what he senses, what he sees and how he interprets the activities below in the valley by the river.
I will say this. It is still raining quietly and constructively. The drought could end, the soil could again become alive and the river could possibly begin to again flow southward. One of the really smart guys who has become slightly interested in CryoPort made a very strange remark to me last night. It was quite noisy and I had trouble hearing him, but he said something about cucumberland and the river below. What this river has to do with cucumbers and vegetables is beyond me. I am new here and don’t know all of the details about the valley below. He has lived up here for years.
We were talking and he brought up the subject of CryoPort again. I answered his question and then he said something really weirdin the strangest way. It sounded like, “See you” (lots of noise and clanging of dishes… I couldn’t hear clearly) “Cumberland.” Cucumberland? What the heck does that mean? I didn’t bother asking him. All I know is that, after he said it, he picked up a handful of Tootsie Rolls from a candy dish and walked away.
Whatever it meant, I’ll worry about it later. My falcon will discover whatever is important when the time comes.
AI
