Unfortunately, above-noted Joyeaux Bivalve was closed this evening, despite their advertising paraphenalia claiming “Open 7 Days!” Maybe that meant seven days in July, I dunno, but the only thing we really missed out on were the blueberry margaritas (or maybe I should say Mrs. Gint and her sister missed out on them), as we had a fine repast at a low key little dining joint called Farmer’s. I had the blackened haddock and it was eggsellent. Tomorrow night, it’s oysters from a famed Maine bay, and then perhaps to the joint Monsieur Le Fly has recently recommended to us.
We did see the last Harry Potter tonight with the older kids and I have to admit it was a disappointment. I’m not as big a fan as the Mrs. and the boys are, but even I could tell they threw away much of the story in exchange for more whiz bang effects. I’m disappointed in Ms. Rowling for having allowed this. I remember from the book that the “King’s Cross Station” scene was of high importance and I have to say they screwed that scene right up, opting to keep the Headmaster as the winsome but cryptic soul rather than the more Gandalfian parent he’d become by that point in the arc.
No worries, I’m fully confident that son #2 will engineer the re-make perfectly in 2031. He’s already framing his shots.
Nothing much tonight on the stock front I’m afraid. I sold a little AG today at $24.04 to “take some off the top” so to speak, as gold and silver are racing ahead at breakneck speed. I still have oodles. Of course, it looks like the “regular market” is seeking a crash zone, so I would be loathe to advise you to grab any PM picks tomorrow at least. However, if the market does sell off again tomorrow, I’d bet dollars to doughnuts there will be some nice entries available to you all.
Best to you, and don’t be shy about leaving a question while I’m on vacay — I tend to check in during the day in between kayaking between ice floes and harpooning grey whales.