I guess I'd better talk about bonds in hushed or, better yet, hurried tones - making my point and then heading for the exit before you lose whatever interest you thought you had. It doesn't bother me anymore, though, this second-class citizenship. Actually it was the first thing I realized when I signed on to the bond market in 1971, and something you should be made aware of before you read any further: Bonds don't make as much money as stocks do, so they are the wallflowers at the debutante ball - being asked to dance only out of pity, inebriation or ties to a wealthy father.
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