PnF July 16,2017

Point and Figure Update

The price continued its fall last night. The ONLY significant target price right now is $1699.99; the price point that will end this bull cycle. Two days ago we were 41 boxes away. Yesterday we were 30 boxes away. This morning, that price is three boxes away. In terms collapse this is not the worst we’ve seen. The last two HUGE collapses (1 in May and the other in June) were 45 boxes down. We are only 33 boxes down this morning. So, we might have some more to go.

Here are the prices today:

We bottomed out this morning at $1,758. We are bouncing up a little from there.

The price would reverse with a price over $1,800 AFTER 8 PM EDT tonight.
The formation remains 5 columns wide.
We’ve blown away all lower targets.
The Low Pole Warning (below the last column of Os by 4 boxes beyond the breakdown.) is screaming at us. A dead cat isn’t bouncing much these days.

My prediction?

I think we probably change trends today. My guess is that before July 21st and August first we will see some kind of recovery. The day we see a solution take place on the scaling, we see a couple hundred dollar rise.

Until then Clubber Lang’s prediction in Rocky 3 stands: “I predict pain….”

Have a nice Sunday.

[The Daily PnF Chart](http://imgur.com/a/Aafbp)

PnF Update for 7/14

The price broke down this morning. This breakdown happened when the price fell below $2,260. This is a triple bottom breakdown. This breakdown is demonstrable one of the most negative in these kinds of charts.

You can see on the chart where I drew in the triangle that has been forming over weeks. We broke the bottom border of that triangle this morning.

When predicting price movements on PnF charts there are two primary ways to count the movement. The first is to count the width of the formation. This number is extended beyond the breakdown. This formation is 5 columns wide. So you count down 5 boxes from the breakdown. The first target is therefore, the $2,140 box.

The second way to predict is to overlay the last breakdown over this breakdown. The last breakdown that occurred was 15 boxes long. Overlaying a 15 box drop on this chart, and the price target is in the $2,100 box.

As I’ve been writing over the past few days you can see the price dropping like a zip line along the top border of our triangle.

The trend line is still pretty far away at $1,700. I doubt we will get that low on THIS trip downward. I DO think we could see it in the days before August 1st. There are a lot of stories out there suggesting you sell going into August 1st. As a long term holder, I do not have an opinion one way or the other. I DO think it is always a good idea to get the BTC out of the exchanges and into a private wallet.

That’s it for today. We are probably in a two week period of great shorting.

 

Updated PnF Chart for 7/14

Point and Figure Update for 7/12

Point and Figure Update

We seem to be entering another phase of consolidation, albeit at a lower level than the previous week’s prices.

If you look at the chart for a longer time frame (going back to May) you will see our double bottom is settling right at the levels seen at the end of May. At that time we had a nine column wide formation that bumped up against $2,300. That resistance has now become support.

If we break that support the next support comes at the trend line which is currently at $1,640. That level is 31 boxes down the price chart. That would be a helluva drop, and I am not expecting that much volatility.

Based on the articles I am reading about August first I expect some movement as people move their bitcoin into Alts or fiat. Most of the stories I’ve read over the past couple of days are pretty alarmist and they paint a very dire picture. I am confident it won’t be as bad as they write.

But—I think it will have a suppressing affect on the price. Two weeks is not that long to wait.

Here are the numbers:

Unless the price rises over 2420 today, we’ve reversed into another column of Os. The lows of last night matched the lows of yesterday, creating a tentative double bottom on the chart.

If the price remains under $2,420 the tentative column of Os becomes official—and the reversal price is at $2,320. This means that we are already over the price point to reverse again to a column of Xs. That is the sign of a consolidating market. People are trading the chop, and that is fine.

The positive breakout would occur at prices up in the $2500’s. If we reverse tomorrow the break out happens at $2,420.

The breakdown would happen if the price drops below $2,260.

The formation is 3 columns wide.

A new metric I am including is the distance between the formation and the trend. As we consolidate that distance is going to shrink. It is not a concern right now, but it is a number we should keep an eye on. We certainly do not want to run into the trend during a consolidation—that would look more like a long term top and it would bode well for the next several months. Once again, we are not there yet.

 

Point and Figure Chart for July 9

Point and Figure Update

The Daily Chart

We reversed into a column of Xs. This is narrowing the trading range again as we move towards a convergence of the support and resistance lines. At this stage the point to keep an eye on is $2,600. If the price fails to break through the first line of resistance a drop down into mid $2,450-40 range is possible.

As you can see on the chart the first and second lines of resistance (moving upwards from the bottom left to the upper right) are pretty close together. This is forming a pretty solid support line.

Resistance is further apart (the “+” signs coming down from the top left to the bottom right) show weaker resistance after we break upwards.

The other thing to note is that the formation is once again 8 columns wide. This can be seen by the shaded horizontal row (with the number eight listed on the left end.) The largest formation this year has been 12 columns, with only a few others larger than eight. This shows a strong consolidation. Think of it as the string being wound down. When it is let go, it should spring up (or down) with some conviction. Since the support is tight, I am guess that we will probably show a spring upwards. This is supported by the fact that we remain in a solid upwards trend from the low $1,600s.

So, here are the numbers:

Current price is about $2,550.
We reverse with any price under $2,520 TOMORROW since we have already climbed into a new box today.

A positive breakout would occur with any price over $2,640.

A negative breakdown happens with a price under $2,460. (Try typing those two sentences without looking very carefully at the numbers.

I am optimistic about the situation. I am not 100% sure what the next three weeks will hold for us. No matter what, the trend is positive and the pressure is building. There seems to be a trading range of about $200. Keep that in mind as you think about trading.

The Alt Crapfest continues. I think we should invent RedditCoin and all become millionaires by next week.

Point and Figure Chart 6/30

Point and Figure Update

The range tightens. The formation reverses. The question is whether or not the gas is running out.

The price reversed last night from a high yesterday at $2605 we’ve dropped down as low as $2,500 this morning. Unless we move back upwards and pass $2,620 before 8 PM EDT, the wide formation will be broken. What this takes off the table is the explosive break out or break down.

This chart is showing a rally that appears to be running out of gas.

I took the liberty of adding a couple of “+” lines on the chart. These come down from the previous high and up from the similar time frame’s low. What you see looks like a big arrowhead or triangle. Every time we shift columns the range tightens.

If you were to move those lines out until they meet the point would be in the $2,500 area. This seems to be an important range for this formation. I am not going to write, “the next two days are crucial.” I AM going to write that I think we are in an important range.

So, here are the numbers:

A reversal to a column of Xs happens at or above $2,560.
A break out happens $100 away at $2,600.
A break down happens Under $2,240.
The formation is a narrow 3 columns wide.

Look for a resolution of this issue today through the first part of next week. Otherwise, try trading the range between the top of the triangle and the bottom.

[The Daily Chart](http://imgur.com/a/ueUWN)

PnF Chart for 6/30

Point and Figure Chart for June 29, 2017

The price move from yesterday was welcomed and it reversed us into a column of Xs.

If you look at my chart we came right up and touched the resistance from where the formation is the widest. (Horizontal, shaded in grey $2620.) There was some discussion yesterday about whether or not this rise would have any legs. In my opinion this price rose very fast and lots of traders picked up some decent profits.

It would not surprise me to see the rush towards a new high fail on this go-round.

Here are the problems that go along with that: If the price does not rise above $2,620 then it will fail to complete the formation. If we reverse and then come back up it will be in a new, weaker formation. This is concerning to me.

So, I am hoping for a rise up to at least $2640 so that the width of the formation will continue. Failure at this point might be more significant than most are expecting. I am not talking about armageddon, but a reversal of a couple hundred points. The trend should remain positive.

The price points are on the chart.

It will be interesting to see how this plays out.

 

PnF Chart for 6/29/17

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WEF: White Paper. Realizing the Potential of Blockchain

The other day I came across a White Paper written for the World Economic Forum.

This is a good source of links and information for those who are wondering what the traditionalist think of the blockchain and blockchain tech.

WEF Realizing the Potential of Blockchain

For those of you like me who find it tedious to read a bunch of stuff that you probably already know…go to page 36 in the PDF.  It is the section about what needs to be done.

Is Mom OK? Did I Miss Something

It’s been weeks since I heard anything from my siblings.

One day my brother calls.  He leaves a message.  He sends a text.  I need to call him right away.  He said it wasn’t an emergency, but he needed to talk to me.

When this happens I usually hear about how some great job has come into his life.  He tells me how much money he is going to make, and that he is so excited.  He just wanted to let me know what is going on, because I had spent so much time taking care of mom I hadn’t been able to work for two years and we are discussing bankruptcy.

So he feels it is critical to know that he is going make “150 k” and that he’s bought a new truck.

I usually feign some interest.  But it becomes harder with each phone call.

I find myself having to pump myself up to call him back.  I try very hard not to sound condescending or too angry.

I resigned myself to hitting his name on the phone.

He answers and starts telling me how he talked to mom last night.  He has some concerns.  He is a little miffed that I haven’t kept him updated on Mom’s condition.  Clearly, something has happened and now he feels like he needs to become involved.

I asked him, “What are you talking about?”

“I talked to her for about an hour last night, and she could barely hold a conversation”, he said.

[You talked to her for an hour?  What the hell?  I cannot get five minutes of lucidity!  I guess crazy “gets” crazy.]

“Then what did you talk about?”

“She just went on and on about how we are all working together, and that she is proud of us.  She was telling me about casinos.  She isn’t gambling her money away or is she? “

“And that you are working hard to sell the house and you avoid instant online bad credit loans because it can really get you broke fast. You read reviews online that having a bad credit has a terrible consequence; the lender will become hesitant in providing financial help because they view the borrower as a high risk.

“I thought that was all done.”

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“She just really sounded out of it. What happened?”

“That’s it?”

“Yes, what is going on?”

“She is crazy.  Well not crazy, crazy.  She just gets confused and time is a very loose concept these days.”

“How come you did not tell us it was bad?”

“I sent you a four page email last week explaining all of this.  Did you read it?”

“No, I don’t like email.  My wife will want to read them all.  So I never open them.  I told you to track me down and call me.”

[I tried that.  He would call me back at 11 Pm, drunk.  And expect to have a conversation about Mom.]

“The email explains it all.  Go read it.”

“Just call me and let me know.  I want to be in on these decisions.  We are not very happy with how you are doing this.”

[What is this we shit?  Does he have a mouse in his pocket? He hasn’t talked to my other siblings in years.]

Was he making a threat?  Was he going to complain?

Really?

I could hear the mafia voice in my head, “That’s a nice gig you got there, bathing your mom…It would be a shame if something happened to upset that gravy train.”

“I am not making any decisions.  It’s not like deciding you are not going to water the front lawn and you sit and watch it burn.  This is a state”, I said.

“I will be happy to have her sign a POA and put you in charge.  She has two medical appointments next week.  You need to remind her the day before, and get there an hour before the appointment to make sure she is dressed and has clean underwear.  Then when you get her back, you need to make sure she hasn’t pissed herself into dehydration.  I will drunk dial you at 10 Pm next Friday night and ask what the hell you are doing.”

[Click. Dial Tone.]

What advice do I have for the caretaker with “interested” siblings far away?

First, you are driving the bus.  If they will not, can not, or are incapable of taking the lead in this process you must come up with a communication plan that works.  Do not share powers of attorney.  One person should be in charge.

If like me, your siblings are living their lives in far away places, they are not going to help.  They might come up and spend a day with your Mom/Dad, whomever.  But thats it.

Here are some of the rules I set up with my siblings:

  1.  I will update them on serious/important things.  That means trips to the ED or significant changes in situations.
  2. I have asked them to check with me before any visit.  This way I can give them a heads up before they get into the room.  This prevents misunderstandings or having to deal with Mom’s complaints.
  3. I have asked them to call her regularly.
  4. I’ve told them that if Mary or I have to go to doctors appointments we are getting paid for them.  Mileage and an hourly rate.  As if you were paying someone to do it.
  5. I told them that her finances were her business and I would not be detailing how to trade crypto and how she chooses to spend her money.  No more free loans.  And unless it is your birthday or you are getting married, the “gifts” are going to be scarce.

In the end, these rules helped immensely.   And also in the end…the visits from the far reaches of the continent have become more and more scarce.

And, as we go further through this process you will come to understand why I don’t spend much more than a second thinking about some of my siblings.  Talking to them is like shouting into a room that has been sound proofed.

 

You are doing God’s Work.

If you are the caretaker, you will hear platitudes.  You will hear that you are doing God’s work.  Or “I don’t know how you do it.”  Or, “I could never do that.”

Every once in a while someone will share that they were/are the caretaker and they know exactly what you are going through.  But where are you going to meet these people every day.  Certainly not in a social situation.  Maybe at a Doctor’s office, but usually not.  At a Doctor’s office the care taker has to go into the room with the Doc.  The patient isn’t going to remember where they are or what they are doing there.

How does one react to these comments?  Whenever I hear that I am doing “God’s work” I point out that if it was God’s job, he is making a bloody mess of it.   And if I am picking up the slack for a deity, they are not really putting out much of an effort.

Of course, what these people are really saying to you is, “That sucks.  I am glad it’s not me.”

There was one time I was waiting for a doctor’s appointment at the geriatric psychiatrist’s office.  There were three or four couples in the waiting room.  Not “couple” couples, silly.  Patients and caretakers.

Each patient was at a different stage of their need for a geriatric psychiatrist.  Some simply sat there and rocked.  Others engaged in conversation with their caregiver.  Deep conversations like, “Where are we?”  “Why are we here?”, and “I like bananas.” (Seriously, conversations I’ve heard in waiting rooms.)

There was one woman, about my age, sitting with another elderly woman.  They had similar facial structure and it was pretty clear it was her mom.  Her mom wanted to read a magazine.  She would pick one up and put it in her handbag.  Then she would pick up another one, and put it in her handbag.

Every time her Mom went to get another magazine, the daughter would pull it out of the handbag and put it on the table between us.  She probably did this half a dozen times.  She never batted an eye and she did not even try to stop her mom.  Her mom was not bothering anyone.  Well, there was one woman bothered but she was crazy too, so she doesn’t count.

Finally, the daughter was called and she stood up to go in to see the doctor.  As she was walking by I looked up, caught her eye, and said quietly, “Remember…we’re doing God’s work.”

Without batting an eye, she said, just loud enough for me to hear, “Well, if I was God I would get some other idiot to do this shitty job.”

Stories from Living the Octo Life.

preface

Why do you do this?  What makes you think this is your job?

~My shrink

Honor they father and thy mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.

~The Ten Commandment


I guess I was crazy.
I was on my way to becoming athlete, training 2 time a day, taking D Anabol 25 to grow and recover fast from the workouts.

I did not feel crazy.  But does a crazy person know they are crazy?  Had someone told me I was crazy and I don’t remember?

Caren, my psychiatrist, was concerned enough that she stopped my quarterly med update, picked up the phone, and dialed the psychologist in the room next to hers and asked if I could come over.

Come over. Right. Now.

That was a message that maybe I should start paying better attention.

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My wife Mary and I were getting along great.  Our kids were not psychopaths, sociopaths, or general run of the mill assholes.  Life was good.  I was about to leave on a cross country motorcycle trip.  And then I could come home and sell my mother’s house to a real estate agent and everything would be great in the world. That is what I thought.  Now?  I am not so sure. In dealing with real estate services, it necessary to find an agency that is accurate and reliable. For instance, your community needs help in hoa management, research first on the background of your chosen company before making negotiations.

Caren had asked that secret question.  You know the one: “How are you?”

She listened for half an hour while I rattled off the elder/sibling/son nightmare that my life had become.   She picked up the phone and dialed the extension for the office two doors to see if the psychologist could seem me that day or right now.

I was having a “crisis.”

I had no idea.  I guess this was good news.

I wasn’t afraid of therapy or headshrinkers.   Things had been good for a while.  A long while.  I discovered that my common sense of things was not all that common.  Being a cynic has its advantages.

The sum of the next few week’s psychotherapy was that I did not like my “patient.”  And that was OK.  I loved her.   Just about everything she did and said drove me a little nuts…but I had been coping.

After years of spending a good part of my life doing things for those who were not longer able, I had settled on a nice baseline that balanced between obligation, frustration, and anger.

The unanswered questions is:  How and why did all of this stuff end up being MY job?

“Just lucky I guess.”

” Right place, right time?”

None of those wise ass answers were acceptable.  I was deflecting with the best of demented.

How did all of this happen?  And why was it my job?

I answered that no less authority than the Bible—the Lord Jehovah—or Jaw-eh—or Moses with a chisel had said we should honor our parents.  And that meant I needed to make sure they were taken care of and not helpless.

Martha the psychologist asked if I was generally “a savior?”  I told her that no, generally I was anti-social and aside from some very close friends and family, not really empathetic to the world around me.

I did not enjoy the abused animal commercials on TV.  You know, the one with that singer who bellows out that song.  Its the only song I know from her.  I don’t enjoy those commercials, but I don’t turn the channel either.  Stuff doesn’t bother me.

In the end, I told her that I felt very strongly that Mary and I did not do these things, no one would.  And the elders of our family would be helpless and broke; I could not stand by and let these things happen with a clean conscience.

So, that is why I got here.  The following pages explain where “here” is.  They explain in disjointed stories written in the order I could remember them, how I went from loving life to being wrapped up in the bizarre world of elder care and general madness.

Dementia, senility, Alzheimer’s…they all mean something just a little different.  If you know what I mean, you will probably find a lot of yourself in these stories.  In fact, you probably have better stories.  You just thought they were in bad taste.

“Nice children don’t talk about their parents like that.”

Bullshit.

Most people feel this way at one time or another.  Its natural.  And we often bury it for fear that the rest of the world will judge us harshly.  I don’t care what the rest of the world thinks.

If you knew how many people share your experience you would feel relieved.  If you knew that I shared your underlying hatred of a sibling who calls before they leave on the 10-day cruise to let you know they will be out of touch.  In case….

You know, “in case.”

I started asking, “In case what?”

I could tell it made them uncomfortable.  And for me, that was a little win.

This is a story about accepting responsibility in an age of the irresponsible.  This is a story that is both funny and sad.  It is a story of discovery, and of loss of the most horrible kind, and in the most horrible ways.  This is a story that is being played out in millions of households in this country.  This is the true part of the story of taking care of our elders’ move from being productive members of society to beyond the grave.

Pretty bleak isn’t it?

But in the midst of the darkness there are a ton of funny stories.  Not Reader’s Digest, joke of the week, funny stories.  Many of these stories are dark.  Stories about the basic human functions.  Stories about fright, anger, compliance, and submission and death and dying.

It is also a story about little, tiny, almost insignificant interactions with loved ones who are sick, confused, and terrified.  It is a glance or look, or squeeze, that tells you at least they are happy you are there.

It is about sanding down the lifelong barriers that we put on like so many layers of paint, until we get to the raw wood.  Sometimes that wood is fine mahogany.  Other times it is cheap pine.  Most often, the veneer does not tell the story.

These stories were not funny when they were happening.  There were plenty of tears.  But after a while, if you are not laughing, you will join them in the “locked” wards.

You learn a lot about someone when you are walking them to a date with the Grim Reaper.   Everyone goes on that date.  Sometimes its dinner and a movie, and a late night kiss while listening to “your song” in the background.

Other times it’s date rape, bondage, and murder.

It does not matter where you came from, or what did in life.  He is still coming.  And you are still going.

The Grim Reaper earned his name.  He should be respected.   Give him his due by being honest about the way he does business.  He is a busy guy, and he has no time for nonsense.

And he has never failed at his job. Think about that.

(There were those two times where it did not stick, but lets not argue over that.)

Mary, my wife and partner in crime, says that as these people grow older they revert more to who and what they were before they put up the façade we all build in front of our kids.  Over time, when they lose their minds, they lose all filters.  They become child-like.

If you ever want to know what your parents were like when they were young, be their caretaker.

The good people get nicer.  The whiners, whine more.  The crazy, get crazier.  The self-absorbed become unbearable.

If you are the caretaker…they focus on you.  And they spend their days collecting their anger and frustration.  And then they dump it on you.  Congratulations, you are the championship coach getting doused by a Gatorade cooler, full of their bullshit.

Before you get too far into this story I must tell you something.  It is important for you to understand.  And you must believe me.

I love these people.  Honest to God, “Walk through hell for them”, love them.  “Put your life on hold” love for them.  “Respect and defend them,” love for them.  “Allow them to go into that good night without rage,” love them.

“Never let them die alone”, love them.

Bookmark this page.

You will want to keep referring to it.

You are going to be calling me a liar in about six pages.

There are times when you are going to think I must hate these people.  You will think that I could not possibly love people this close to me—people I’ve respected most of my adult life—and then turn around and tell these tales out of school.

I do love them.

I hate what I dealt with.  I hate how much this impacted my life.  I hate how relatives who could have helped did not.  I hate how the world has become averse to responsibility.  Old school responsibility.

I hate how I cannot use my four weeks of vacation to take a vacation.  I hate how I have to hide the mail because there are thieves and ghosts out to steal their money.

I hate how I’ve spent many more hours taking care of them then they ever did taking care of me.

And I am never going to get that back.

So, I love the people; I hate the situation.  And when I am faced with a situation I hate, I laugh at it.  I try to find the funny stuff that makes the situation a little more bearable.

I am sure you know the saying, “If I were not laughing, I’d be crying.”  And when everything is a stressful mess, one should look for things to laugh at.  Sometimes it’s the absurdity of what life has become.

If we are bringing up old sayings, this one seems appropriate: “If you go looking for something, you are likely to find it.

If you are easily offended or if you think all little old ladies are charming, please stop reading now.  You are not going to like these tales.  Really, stop.  We all hate you.

If you are the sibling to the person “in charge” of your parents, keep reading.  You may learn something.   Those of us left in charge secretly hate you too.  At least most of the time.

If you are the person “stuck” with the caretaker job, sit back and enjoy.  You deserve to laugh.  We’ve walked in each others shoes and we get it.  In the end, you are likely to tell me that this was “nothing.”  And you could tell me stories.  I would love to hear them.

A few years ago I was catching up with a friend from high school.  I found out he had been his Dad’s caretaker for the past four or five years.  His mom was elderly and she could not do any of the physical stuff for his Dad.  He is one of three sons and a daughter.  He is the one who did not go to college, but he worked in the trades and he was successful.  He was a great guy, a wonderful father, and apparently a fantastic son.

Based on discussions with his siblings, He had taken over the job because he wanted to.  His siblings would have come home for the weekend to help.  If he had just asked.  They would have taken Dad to his doctor’s visits, if they were during the weekend.  And, coming up for a Wednesday morning would not work, because those were busy days.  And the kids had sports all fall. So, they would love to come up, but they just cannot.

Anyway, if he needed help, all he had to do is ask.

And so on.

Until his Dad died.

The family all came for the wake.  All of the children stood in the receiving line, greeting old friends and relatives.  They were all very sad.  Their Dad was a nice guy.  I recall hanging out at their house forty years ago. Even though a house is already old, as long as it is well maintained, the foundation is secure and safe. If you’re interested to have a renovation, underpinning services by globalreblocking.com is recommended for they have the experts in such installation/repairs.
  He was a nice guy and it was sad that he had to suffer for years.

While this was no picnic for my friend and his siblings, it was tougher on his Dad.

The morning between the wake an the funeral, the children gathered at the church to plan the mass.  There were four of them.  The priest asked who was going to carry the father’s urn down the aisle.

The daughter, who was the oldest said that she, being the only daughter should carry him.

His oldest son suggested that as his namesake, he should carry him.

The youngest son, said that maybe as the baby, he should be the urn bearer.

My friend said nothing.

This went on for about half an hour.  It doesn’t sound like long.  But think about watching a sitcom for half an hour.  And all people did was talk about how they were “more qualified” to carry a ceramic urn down the aisle at a church none of them had attended for decades.

And they had the rest of the service to plan.

Finally, my friend slapped his palm on the table to silence the bickering.  He had heard enough of how all of these people had suffered from afar.

“I’ve been carrying him for the last ten years, I am going to finish the fucking job.”

I knew exactly what he felt.

Except I knew it times seven.  Yes, seven.  There are now two left.  Just two.  They ask about each other every time I sit with one or the other.  It’s a Mexican standoff.  And it’s going to last forever.

I’ve already explained to Mary how this is going to end.  I am going to call the funeral home to come get the last patient.  I will send my sister a text with the name and address of our funeral director.  She will spread the word to my brothers. They can come get her whenever they want.  They can arrange to bury her when its convenient.  I will pour a glass of nice bourbon.

The news will go into two newspapers:  One in our town and the other where she lived for the last thirty years.

And then, I will drop the mic.

And walk away.

The story ends when they are gone.  Or when I am.  I think right now that might be an even money bet.

In my fantasy, I walk off the stage with Mary and go enjoy ourselves to round after round of hearty applause.  Cheers even.

As a good friend and one of my first bosses used to say, “That’s your asshole talking, your head knows better.”

I know better. Yes I know better! That’s why I recommend Eco Air Duct Cleaning for removing HVAC smells. However, there is more to duct cleaning that a simple wipe down of the ducts. Duct cleaning will also include the cleaning of various components in the system including the air ducts, the grilles, the diffusers, the fan motor and the fan housing. All of these items need to be correctly cleaned to ensure that there are no contaminants entering your home’s air supply.