To All of My Dear (with a few exceptions) CryoPort Hubbies:
I am back now, up in the hills, where I belong. As a few of you (certainly not Mr. CryoPort) might remember, I informed you, in my last post (#2001), that
“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.
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.”
I have not kept anybody informed of my activities because I have been too busy. I have been in New Jersey, Minnesota, Chicago, Gary (Indiana), Boston (of course), various airports in Florida and a few airports in Southern California with my falcon. The U.S. Government is very interested in my “technology” for keeping birds away from airports and, therefore, in preventing stray birds from being sucked into jet engines. Indeed, the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. has thousands of bird fragments and feathers that have been categorized and preserved for the purpose of understanding more about what birds fly near airports and what falcons can do to prevent these kinds of tragedies. This project has occupied my time for the past few months.
Just because I have not communicated with all of you, does not mean that I have not thought about you. Upon returning to Banker Hill, I opened up piles and piles of mail that my falcon lugged up here, in bits and pieces, after our return to the land of honest bankers, smart investment managers, responsible government regulators and the like. I have read this wealth of correspondence and am now ready to communicate again with all of you. I am home again, where I belong on Banker Hill.
My first response is to Mr. CryoPort. He has insulted me. In one of his posts, he talked about running far far away from CryoPort stock shares if the company does not come up with something substantive very soon. Note that he did not say to head for the hills. He explicitly stated that people should run far away if no significant announcements emanate from the company in the near future. “Far away” is not necessarily “for the hills”. I resent this and take it personally. Mr. CryoPort knows that I sold all of my shares months ago and that I headed “for the hills” as instructed by coachc and Mr. Walrus. I have to assume that Mr. CryoPort was mocking me and that he was being somewhat sarcastic and condescending.
Since I left Banker Hill about 7 weeks, or so, ago I see that we have some new contributors to the Hubby Board. There is a bodisatva, a Chudd 185, a Pick-Them-Ripe and a few others. Let me give these people my personal welcome and tell them that I hope they can change my mind and again convince me to own some CryoPort shares. As some of you may remember, I sold all of mine in early January.
Our friend baseball fan has said some very interesting things lately. I am watching him closely and reading his words very carefully. BengalMan continues to fascinate me with his very perceptive and very sophisticated observations.
And there is this man Stambaugh. Very interesting: I had no idea that CryoPort had changed CEOs. I wonder what this means. What curious revelation is at hand? What will the future reveal?
My falcon is adjusting again to his home. Soon he will be soaring and turning in the widening gyre and observing the Valley below. Right now he is quiet, a bit restless, somewhat tired and slightly disoriented. Falcons are territorial and somewhat protective of their masters (falconers like me). It will take a few days for him to adjust and to again give me signs of what might be in the offing. In the meanwhile, I shall continue reading all of my mail and I shall do my best to inform all of you about what “we” see from far above Eden Valley.
P.S. The RMS CryoPort is stuck in ice and major snow drifts. A very thin guy is being chased around the boat by what looks to be a very angry woman who is yelling, “Divorce! Divorce!” I see this with my binoculars as I peer down to the Valley below. Evidently there are some Particularly Offended (P.O.’d) people who own CryoPort shares. This is how it looks from up here on Banker Hill. I see other things but I don’t know what to make of them at this time. I shall report to all of you as I make sense of the myriad of happenings that seem to be developing below.
I am very disturbed about one element that is missing from my view. The Tom cat is gone. I don’t see him anymore. Where has he gone? He used to sit by the river, patiently waiting and quietly stalking his prey. He is now gone. Not a sign of him. I only hope the tiger that used to hang around these parts has not consumed him.
You won’t believe how much snow is down there by the river. Bigtime accumulation is taking place. Maybe we will have a delightful Spring with life emanating from the tortured soil that produced nothing last year. Maybe the drought is over? We’ll see.
AI
