The Day the Music Dies
A few more years rolled by and I read about MySQL, Perl. At this time they have not created LAMP.
So, I see a little company called Authorize.net and another up and comer PayPal. Read their documentation and open up a merchant account. I noticed they did not have recurring billing. I call up the programmers to do a tech walk through and say: “If you need a programmer to refer credit card integration to here's my 800 number. WOW. By the end of the day, I had 130 calls. There was no cloud PBX. I bought a box of pens with my name and number and sent it to the techs!
So using UNIX, MySQL and CGI/Perl I wrote an admin with a CMS (they did not have contact management system back then) so folks could take credit cards over the internet. They did not even encrypt the cards in the database. The word eCommerce had not been coined. I was hosting clients in California with Actors, Lawyers, and Candlestick makers (just kidding). One of my clients was a close friend to David Spade and his wife was Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston Assistant (not kidding). My other client lived in NY and did voice-overs for Segirms Seven and Office Depot.
OK, so that goes on for a few years. Then social media gets popular. Php, ASP and Cold Fusion. Recurring billing is all the rage. I was a Visual Basic programmer. Bill Gates turns to philanthropy and gets mentored by Warren Buffet. Back then you could drop a dime to Bill; if you really needed to. Social media was going strong I just had enough---so I left. Well, it was a sad day in September and the ashes forced his rent (my client who did the voice-overs) subsided for actors building closed. And I dropped off the grid. So you could say my business suffered on that fateful day.
I nearing forty and well I do remember I had a goal (twenty years went by). Six months after my 40th birthday I started my quest to find someone to tell me how the stock market worked. I did not care about triangles, hangman's, head and shoulders upside down or not.
I wanted something more . . .
I wanted to know the Insider Knowledge “How the Market Worked”? I wanted to know how the Insiders traded “With that Knowledge”? I wanted to know the “Inside Skinny from Cousin Vinney”?
I searched for six months. Back then the Internet was not hardwired and locked down like it is today. There was no Seri or Hay Google to order me a pizza or Uber ride to pick it up. Just archived chat logs chocked full of elite traders mastermind groups---with the knowledge to share.
One trader said to check out Richard Demille Wyckoff; I think they may still have a location in Vegas. Just when I was about ready to give up. I found a listing in an outdated phone directory (they had no website no advertising).
After much thought and deliberation within myself, I decided to take action. That was Sunday night. I had planned this for twenty years. I could have just as easily let it slip by. My family had forgotten my goal---should I?
I took action and picked up the phone. It was a hot Monday morning. Using a landline I placed a call to a Nevada 702 area code. A man answers by the name of Craig Schroeder.
“Wyckoff Stock Market Institute” To me, it was the Voice of God or that guy with the long hair in the “I can't believe it's NOT butter” in the way back around the way days. Fabio Lanzoni was that his name?
Craig and I talked for twenty-one minutes
He says; “it will not be easy. It will be hard. Judgment will be your guide.
It's self-taught, but he has educational credits.
And he has a lifetime guarantee. Any questions just use the supplied questionnaire form (on paper) mail it to him---and he will respond within a week or more with an answer.
(the Internet for Craig not been invented yet)
“And that is guaranteed for life”; Craig said.
I immediately snapped back a question to Craig and said; “Guaranteed for life---how long do you plan on living?”
Craig laughs and smiles and says
“Well now young man---I never though about that”
He passed away in 2009 eleven years ago. If I am anything I am the combined Composite of all the hopes, fears, dreams and sorrows of all the books I've read and all the people I've met that made me what I am today.