Keep #6 and his family in your thoughts and prayers tonight as he battles the Great Sandy Storm Surge of 2012 from the burgeoning tides of the West Village. He’s currently okay, although I think the water made it up to the ground floor of his place near the newly enlarged Hudson River.
And all the rest of my boys up there in the Northeast, including Monsieur le Docteur du Fly, take care of yourselves up there and don’t do anything crazy like trying to drive out of a flooded area. And beware of downed power lines in puddles. Bad combo.
The good news is that the market will likely open with a fresh wave of Bernanke Bucks sluicing its clogged bowels. Silver is my trade here, and I will likely be adding on Wednesday.
Best to you all, especially all of you dealing with this Sandy Hurricanoe.