November 2020

Frank Boland
November 11, 2020

It was a summer day as my new friend and I walked towards Quincy market to have lunch. He was considerable older than me and very definitely a Boston Braham. I had met him 15 minutes earlier. As we headed toward the market, it seemed as though every other passerby would acknowledged his presence with at least a nod. We were in Boston’s...

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There is only one side of the market and it is not the bull side or the bear side, but the right side.

– Jesse Livermore