I could tell that I was at least not back in the parking lot again. You know how you have to get up in the middle of the night to take a whiz, well my first clue was at least that was back to normal. After taking care of business, I went back to sleep and dream about what this all meant.Sure enough after a few more stops for the bathroom, I found myself facing the dawn. I shaved and dressed and took stock. I had about seven hundred in cash, a couple of changes of clothes, and my stomach felt like my throat had been cut. What I didn’t have was a clue about what to do next. I walked out to the Golden Tee Restaurant for a huge breakfast of Steak and eggs, Hash browns and washed it all down with some coffee. That was the strange part. I knew that I didn’t dring coffee, and yet here I was two cups down and ordering another. I bought a newspaper and was catching up on history first hand.
Whe I got to the last section of the Bee, I realized that I had not looked at the stock market pages as was my habit in my previous life. I returned to the Financial section and took a look at some of the stocks I owned (used to own?). As I looked over the situation, an inkling of an idea began to work its way into my thoughts. I wondered if I could remember the market climate of this era well enough to make some serious monies. The timing was perfect because I seemed to remember that there was a bit of a slump in the early eighties. During that time I had been just getting started in developing a portfolio. I had had a friend from work who guided me thru some of my first transactions. I remember how proud I was of the first big coups I had accomplished. Boeing Co., IBM, and some others were very kind to me in those years. But the down side was that I needed some serious cash and pretty soon if I was going to stay in this time. Then it all began to come back to me.
During that time back in the early eighties, I had studied hard and long before investing and was at that time very impressed by some of the stories of fantastic growth of fortunes during that era. I remembered the two brothers who made so much money on silver and then lost it. Checking the paper, I could see that it had not happened yet. There were several other stories that came to mind which seemed to fit my circumstance pretty well. My only problem was how to take advantage of this knowledge.
It would have to be something under the table of course. I couldn’t exactly go to a brokerage house, explain my situation and have them make some investments on my behalf. I was baffled about how I was going to get my hands on enough money to make legitimate investments. I didn’ t even have a legitimate identity. There was a lot of work to do. And of course all of this planning could go south if I were to find myself back in the parking lot again. There were a lot of unanswered questions. Starting with,,,, Had I licked the Mcclellan parking lot exit strategy? Or had I exchanged it for the Golden Tee exit strategy. If I fell asleep and I was not in my room at the Inn, would I return there and have to go thru all this again? Only one way to find out.
With a lot of fear and trepidation, I made the decision to test my contact with reality. I walked down Fulton Avenue to Arden Way and went into a bar I was familiar with and sat down in a booth in the back. I ordered another cup of coffee and sat quietly as the lunch crown began to come in. It was dark and relatively quiet and it was relatively easy for me to catch a short nap.
That was fast and dirty. I found myself back at the Golden Tee preparing to go thru my morning again. At least, I had developed a way station that was a little more user friendly. As long as I returned to my room, I would be able to continue up the time line towards my future. One more thing it made available for me was the ability to amass some serious cash. I could live the same day over and over again. And I remembered what I had done before I napped my way back to the start.