Random Walk

WALL ST.

Remember those WW II sub-marine movies from the Forties and Fifties? When I think of my short-seller friends, the scenes that come to mind are of the submariners sitting on the ocean floor waiting out the depth-charge attacks from the Imperial Navy. The crew, sweating from the Klieg lights and lack of oxygen, grimly scrambles to plug the leaks as the clock ticks toward doom.