Gloves.
For the last few years I have driven through the cold winter temperatures, without gloves, feeling real and inconvenient discomfort.
As I drive along, holding my hands in front of the heater vent, I curse myself for not buying a car with a heated steering wheel.
I ponder what it would actually cost buy a properly engineered luxury vehicle, with heat embedded into the leather of the steering wheel; as opposed to the existing new German luxury automobile I own now.
This morning I actually super-imposed the thought of my cold hands, into a math equation. Wondering what kind of stock market movement would need to happen, for me to buy this new marvel of heat purveyance, of course without taking on any debt. The answer; if bank stocks fell by 10% this year, I could buy a new car, and warm my hands like a proper modern gentleman.
Gloves never cross my mind.
This is a true story, and a telling metaphor for my life.
Co-Founder of two beautiful daughters and 