Saturday, December 13, 2025

Investigative Reporting & Opinion Pieces

 Investigative Reporting & Opinion Pieces

Michael Mick Webster

As an investigative reporter, I strive to provide in-depth, honest, and thorough coverage of a wide range of topics, with a particular focus on financial matters, policy, and the issues that shape our daily lives. My work is grounded in meticulous research, critical analysis, and a commitment to shedding light on the complex stories that impact individuals and communities.

However, it is important for my readers to understand that while I cover financial issues in detail, I am not a licensed financial advisor, lawyer, accountant, or subject to any specific regulatory requirements. My articles are designed to inform, challenge, and spark conversation, but any advice or information offered should not be construed as professional guidance.

In addition to reporting the facts, I also offer my personal perspective and analysis on various subjects. My opinion pieces are exactly that—opinions. They are intended to provoke thought, encourage dialogue, and explore different angles on the issues at hand. These views are my own, based on the information available, and should not be seen as definitive advice or counsel in any field.

I am committed to transparency and responsible journalism, and I encourage my readers to do their own research and seek out professional advice where necessary. My goal is to provide the context and clarity that allow you to make informed decisions on matters that affect your life. Thx Mick

SILVER ALERT

 


SILVER ALERT


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SILVER ALERT

To all my readers 

.All I can say is to get all the silver you can get. If you can get any it’s the best investment for the little guy. Silver is exploding as I’ve been predicting for sometime. Even though it’s broke records today, it’s still is a poor man’s gold and it’s still affordable. The day is going to soon come where it will be out of reach of the average citizen, price, wise and availabilities will become a big problem. Call me if you’re interested. Mick.


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MICHAEL Mick Webster

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Appeared in the Journal Nov 2004

 Appeared in the  Journal Nov 2004

Michael Webster.  He has been called the Jack London of finance for his ability to cut through the icy myths and mysteries surrounding the venture capital world and lead entrepreneurs successfully into the 21st century.  Mr. Webster’s experience spans over three decades and includes being on the board of several renown organizations, associations, and business dealings with such notable financiers, professionals and entrepreneurs as, Aristotle Onassis, Howard Hughes; J. Paul Getty; H.L. Hunt; Founder of Circle K Corporation Fred Hervey, President Lyndon B. Johnson U.S. Senator Lloyd Benson, U.S. Senator John G. Tower, U.S. Senator Ted Stevens, U.S. Senator Howard Cannon, Former Governor of Alaska and U.S. Secretary of the Interior Wally Hickle, U.S. Congressman Richard White, U.S. Congressman Jim Santini, Alaska State Senate President, Brad Phillips; Alaska Attorney General, Edgar Paul Boyko, Texas State Representative Bill Clayton, lawyers Melvin Belli, Oscar Goodman, Albert C.S. Ramsey, Joseph (Sib) Abraham, Joseph Morgan, Jerry Seiberling, C. Thomas McDonald, Texas State Senator: Tati Santiesteban, Judge Woodrow Bean Sr. and Judge Woodrow Bean Jr., labor union leaders: Harry Bridges, Jimmy Hoffa, and Jess Carr.  Mr. Webster is the original founder of WIB Financial Group, and over the years, has invited such notable investors and entrepreneurs as Bill Gates, Warren Buffet, Richard Branson, and Donald Trump (to name a few) to join WIB’S worldwide consortium. Mr. Webster currently acts as an independent consultant to CCC and consults other private clients and corporations around the world.

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Wagon Ruts on the Cimarron

 Wagon Ruts on the Cimarron

 By Michael Mick Webster


Excerpt from the REDROAD book


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Wagon Ruts on the Cimarron

The land stretches out before me, the ruts of an ancient trail etched deep into the earth. They run east and west, a silent testament to the past, carving through the prairie like the fading memories of my Granddad’s stories. His voice would echo in my mind, telling tales of the old days—when these wagon ruts were the lifeblood of trade between the American Southwest and the eastern United States, a bustling artery connecting cultures, economies, and destinies.

In the vast emptiness of the Cimarron, the trail seems endless, disappearing into the horizon where the sky kisses the earth. The Cimarron Cut-off, once the favored shortcut to Santa Fe, slashed ten days off the journey but demanded a high price from those who dared to take it. It wasn’t just the 60 miles of the treacherous Llano Estacado—the Staked Plains—that posed a threat. It was the relentless elements: wind-scorched days, frigid nights, hunger gnawing at the gut, and the constant peril of roving bands of Kiowa, Apache, Comanche, Pawnee, and Ute. These tribes, ever-moving across the great grasslands in pursuit of buffalo, left no mark of permanent settlement, but their presence was always felt, like the distant rumble of a storm. The land itself seemed to hum with the echoes of their past.

But the trail wasn’t just a passage for settlers and traders. Centuries before, it had witnessed the migrations of the Athabascans, a nomadic people whose journey from Canada shaped the rise of the Navajo. They had walked these lands long before the wagon wheels left their imprints. Their footsteps—silent, but present—were woven into the fabric of the region's history, a story of survival and adaptation.

When the trail veered westward, it opened into Colorado—a land of fewer hostile encounters but an abundance of life-giving water, firewood, and a growing network of trading posts. It was here that trade flourished. This was no mere path across the land—it was the birthplace of a thriving business empire that spanned nations and continents.

The Santa Fe Trail was more than a route; it was a lifeline of commerce, connecting Missouri to Mexico, New York to Santa Fe, and beyond. In 1821, when William Becknell, a desperate bankrupt, first made his way to Santa Fe, he was simply looking for a way to escape debtors' prison. Instead, he stumbled upon a fortune, paving the way for a flood of entrepreneurs to follow. Men like James Webb, Antonio José Chavez, and Charles Beaubien saw opportunity in the dust of this trail, turning trade into big business.

It wasn’t just about the goods being traded, though. It was about connections—international, national, and local. Traders in Missouri forged links with businessmen in New York, London, and Paris. They understood the intricate dance of tariffs and laws, bending and twisting the social and legal systems to grease the wheels of commerce. The names that echoed along the trail were as much about relationships as they were about goods: partnerships like Goldstein, Bean, Peacock & Armijo rose and fell like the fortunes of the traders themselves. David Waldo, who’d been born in the East, “converted” to Catholicism and claimed Mexican citizenship to further his ambitions. Others, like Dr. Eugene Leitensdorfer, married into New Mexico’s ruling families to secure their place in the trade. Even Manuel Alvarez, a trader, simultaneously claimed citizenship in Spain, the U.S., and Mexico—what some might call a businessman’s maneuver.

After the Mexican-American War, the trail became a symbol of booming trade and military freight services. The military contracts, fat with government dollars, became just another line in the ledger books of traders. The once-small network of merchants and entrepreneurs grew into an intricate web of commerce, stretching its reach from one side of the continent to the other. The flow of goods, ideas, and people created new opportunities for all who dared to dream big. From Manuel Harmony in New York shipping English goods for overland freighting to Doña Gertrudis “La Tules” Barcelo, a New Mexican saloon owner who made her fortune through trade, the Santa Fe Trail was more than a road—it was a crossroads of cultures, wealth, and ambition.

Even Black Americans found their place in this economy. Hiram Young, born into slavery, bought his freedom and built a prosperous business making wagons for traders, eventually becoming one of the wealthiest men in Independence. Blacksmiths, muleteers, hotel owners, lawyers—all found their fortunes along the trail, contributing to a vibrant, if turbulent, economy.

In 1822, the trade along the Santa Fe Trail was worth $15,000—a modest sum by today’s standards. But by 1860, that figure had exploded to $3.5 million—more than $53 million in today’s dollars—a testament to the trail's transformation into a commercial juggernaut, stretching far beyond what anyone, even Becknell, could have imagined.

The ruts in the earth beneath my feet, silent and worn, hold the echoes of those who walked before me, their dreams, struggles, and triumphs forever imprinted on the land. Their stories—of hardships, risks, and rewards—continue to shape the history of this place, and perhaps, my own story as well.


Heading Out to Strike Gold in Arizona
 From the desk of Michael Mick Webster


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Arizona is one of the best places in the U.S. for gold prospecting—rich in history, vast in natural resources, and full of places where gold still glimmers in the bedrock gold sands and even in some dirt around bushes trees and other plants. It's a treasure hunter’s paradise, with access to public lands perfect for those willing to dig deep and search carefully or metal detect for nuggets. For centuries, miners have ventured into the desert, drawn by the glimmer of gold, and even today, the state offers rich rewards for those who know where—and how—to look.

Gold, being a heavy metal, sinks and collects in rivers, creeks , dry washes and even horrendous Spots making them some of the best places to prospect. Sure, some rivers dry up during parts of the year, but that doesn’t mean the gold is gone. With the right tools and techniques, it's still out there, waiting to be found. If you're ready to roll up your sleeves and get your hands a little dirty, here are six of Arizona’s richest gold-bearing rivers—some have been mined since the 1860s, and there’s still plenty left for the taking!


1. Hassayampa River

The Hassayampa River, a hidden gem just north of Wickenburg, has been a gold hotspot for over a century. From its headwaters to the county line, the river has seen countless miners comb through its waters and gravels, but don’t be fooled into thinking all the gold’s been plucked. Fine, flaky gold can still be found in the gravels, especially around Walnut Grove, where boulders dominate the landscape but no clay mud holds back the precious metal. The river was most active from 1885 to 1890, with several washes—particularly around the Little San Domingo and San Domingo washes—becoming key gold producers.

If you’re prospecting near the river’s gravels, be ready for some old-school techniques, but know that you're walking in the footsteps of miners who left behind an untold wealth in the form of gold nuggets.


2. Colorado River

Flowing from the Grand Canyon, the Colorado River has been a major gold source for decades. However, some parts of the river are off-limits due to special designations, and many of the older gold-bearing spots are now submerged beneath the waters of reservoirs like Lake Mead and Lake Mohave. But don't let that stop you—placer gold still lurks in spots like Temple Bar north of the White Hills and the Black Canyon quadrangle, where coarse gold has been found.

Finely distributed gold can be found in the sandbars opposite El Dorado Canyon, and moderately coarse gold was once recovered near Pyramid Rock, now submerged under Lake Mohave. If you’re lucky, the river/lake might give up its hidden treasures in more shallow parts near benches and outer bends.


3. Gila River

If you like wide-open spaces and a bit of a challenge, the Gila River is the place to be. Located south of the San Francisco River, the Gila has long been a favorite among prospectors. The gravels from the river have yielded small but valuable nuggets, especially near McPhaul Bridge and the nearby San Pablo placer claim. Some of the richest deposits lie in the Las Flores area, near the old Golden Queen and India mines, where gold flakes were found in ancient river gravels and alluvium-covered gulches.

Whether you’re prospecting along dirt roads or searching the old mining sites, there’s plenty of gold hidden among the hills and valleys. The gravels here are particularly worth your attention as they still hold fine gold, though you’ll need a good drywasher or metal detector to really hit the jackpot.


4. San Francisco River

For those who enjoy a bit of a challenge, the San Francisco River offers a fascinating adventure. Gold was first discovered in its tributaries like Morenci Gulch, but portions of the area are now covered by the Morenci Tailing Pond. Nevertheless, parts of the river from Dorsey Gulch down to Clifton remain accessible. What makes this river unique is that the gold doesn’t lie on the surface but rather in ancient river gravels high above the present riverbed. The most profitable deposits are often found in thin, rich pay streaks, especially near old mines like the Bokares placer.

You’ll need some perseverance as the river winds through rocky terrain, but the gold is there, particularly where the Gila Conglomerate meets the gravels.Here you may want to crevice.


5. Santa Maria River

To the northwest of Hillside Station lies the Santa Maria River, home to several significant gold-bearing sites. The Mammoth or Hubbard Mine, which once produced substantial lode gold, is located just north of the river. For those in search of placer gold, the Eureka district has several smaller deposits scattered across gulches and creeks, particularly near Burro Creek.

Historically, the area saw gold production as early as the late 1850s, with the Old Placers near the Cowboy Mine yielding impressive finds. Today, though, the river is a quiet and often overlooked place for gold prospecting, making it a great spot for those who like a little solitude and wide-open spaces.


6. Santa Cruz River

The Santa Cruz River is one of Arizona’s more elusive gold rivers. This river, which meanders across the southern desert, has hidden pockets of fine gold, especially in places like Guebabi Canyon and near Mount Benedict. The river’s dry, arid conditions make prospecting difficult, but for those with patience, gold can still be found, particularly in areas with fine particles.

What sets this river apart is its seasonality. Due to the hot southern Arizona climate, the river is often dry, making it tough to recover gold. But for those willing to trek through the desert and get creative with equipment, the Santa Cruz holds untapped potential for serious prospectors.


Gold Prospecting Tips for Arizona

Prospecting in Arizona is not for the faint of heart. The dry climate and unpredictable river conditions mean that not all rivers are flowing with water year-round. For the seasoned prospector, this isn't a setback—it's an opportunity. Metal detectors and drywashers are your best friends here, as these tools can work without any water at all.

While rivers like the Hassayampa, Gila, and San Francisco can concentrate gold, don’t be afraid to explore the smaller creeks and dry washes feeding into them. These tend to hold even richer concentrations of gold as you move closer to the veins. The key is to keep exploring—Arizona’s gold never sleeps, and neither should you.

Happy prospecting!

Mick

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Abolish the Federal Income Tax

 Abolish the Federal Income Tax

From the desk of Michael Mick Webster: 

 According to the Fair Tax people in an e-mail to me and I’m sure to many others they indicated that recently, America celebrated Constitution Day; the day the U.S. Constitutional Convention signed the Constitution in 1787.

 I bet most people think the then-Constitution included provisions for our current income tax system. But they would be wrong. The Fair Tax people pointed out that the Founding Fathers had very strong feelings about taxing income. So did Karl Marx. In 1848, after outlining the evils of Capitalism, Marx described in his Communist Manifesto how to affect a Communist Revolution. He then lists 10 requirements for what he termed, “advanced countries.” His second requirement was “a heavy progressive or graduated income tax.” Cindy Canevaro Executive Director of Fair Tax said in her e-mail “I submit Marx’s heavy progressive or graduated income tax was precisely what our Founding Fathers were guarding against when they wisely called a tax on labor “direct taxation.” The Founding Fathers believed that taxing the fruits of our labor worked against the principal of individual liberty – the essential foundation of our government”. 

James Madison, while discussing the power delegated to Congress to lay and collect taxes said, “…a national revenue must be obtained but the system must be such that, while it secures the object of revenue it shall not be oppressive to our constituents.” Note Madison’s concern with avoiding constituent oppression. Alexander Hamilton, in “Federalist 21,” written in 1787 before ratification of the Constitution said, “It is a signal advantage of taxes on articles of consumption that they contain in their own nature a security against excess. If duties are too high, they lessen the consumption, the collection is eluded; and the product to the treasury is not so great as when they are confined within the proper and moderate bounds. This forms a complete barrier against any material oppression of the citizens, by taxes of this class, and is itself a natural limitation of the power imposing on them.” Like Madison, Hamilton was also concerned about citizen oppression. From 1777 to 1787, the Articles of Confederation only stipulated that taxes would be collected by the various states, “within the time agreed upon by Congress” to pay for war. 

The Founding Fathers believed so strongly that taxing income was so dangerous, that they banned it from the Constitution signed in 1787. In fact, there was no mention of an income tax in our Constitution for 126 years until 1913. It was then that our 62nd Congress passed the 16th Amendment and gave us the gift that has kept on giving for 100 years. The Federal Reserve was also created that year. The e-mail went on to say It is time to return to what our Founding Fathers envisioned when they formed a more perfect union. It is time for the FairTax®. Canevaro said “I believe our time is drawing close and now is the time for a major push. It appears the Committee on Ways and Means will take substantive tax reform action within the next 30-60 days”. In 1775, while speaking before the colony of Virginia, Patrick Henry delivered a passionate oratory (without notes) outlining why Virginia’s delegates should be a part of the American Revolution. As he neared the end of his speech, his voice began to crescendo and he thundered, "The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave." Virginia then joined the American Revolution. Canevaro calls on all of us to today to be ever vigilant, to be extraordinarily active and to stand incredibly brave against the forces of opposition as we write the next chapter of our great nation’s history. “The more you know, the more you know you don’t know.” - Aristotle

The reason why I’m old

 The reason why I’m old and wise is because God protected me when I was young and stupid

Michael Mick Webster

Excerpt from the manuscript REDROAD

 Excerpt from the manuscript REDROAD

Chapter 9

By Michael Mick Webster


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Cover Design: WHITE BUFFALO AND PEACE PIPE: Original Painting by Michael J. Lavery. Original Peace Pipe by Akkeeia.

Interior Designer: Author Michael Mick Webster


“I was born upon the prairie, where the wind blew free, and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures, and where everything drew a free breath.... I know every steam and every wood between the Rio Grande and the Arkansas. I have hunted and lived over that country. I lived like my father before me, and like them, I lived happily”.

Ten Bears [Parra-wa-samem] (late 19th century)

Yamparethka Comanche Chief


My first real memory of my involvement with entrepreneurialism was at the ripe old age of Six (6) while living where we El Pasoans referred to as “Down the Valley” it was a much more rural setting then town.  My parents even though very poor and my Father’s health was often failing, they were able to buy one acre of land down the valley with good rich soil, some say the Rio Grande passed though there in prehistoric times and that was the reason. On this land was a pretty sound 3 bedroom, adobe house located at 7211 Dale Road. The house was without air-conditioning of course and just a fireplace to keep us four kids, Mom and Dad warm. That adobe house, with its thick walls was amassing and still stands today. It seemed during the winter it stayed pretty warm inside with just small fires in the fireplace and cool in the El Paso hot summers and we would sometimes help it by opening some doors and letting a breeze blow though.

 

 

 

 

The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers; he belongs just as the buffalo belonged....

Luther Standing Bear (1868-1939)

Oglala Sioux Chief

 

 

The Great Spirit is in all things; he is in the air we breathe.  The Great Spirit is our Father, but the earth is our Mother.  She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground she returns to us.... Big Thunder [Bedagi] (late 19th century) Wabanaki Algonquin

 

 

 

It wasn’t very long before my Dad and I put in a garden that grew beautiful white corn, which was not only great eating raw but unbelievably good after roasting (with the ears still in there husks) covered generously with real churned butter from our own cows and freshly ground Chile powder from our garden chilies. Sweet white corn also made the best corn tortillas.  Which became a staple in our home and we used them like bread. Now that is not to say we didn’t have bread, because we did. My Mother made, from Scratch, some of the best home baked breads, muffins and biscuits you could ever hope to taste. She learned, much of that from my grandma... who was the champ. My Dad did make the best biscuits and pancakes, with home made maple syrup, the best that you could put in your mouth.

 

My Dad and I also raised sugar cane, pinto beans, butter beans, sweet onions, green onions, tomatoes, peppers, squash, potatoes, lettuces, radishes, and many other veggies.  Which all helped to sustain the family between jobs, which were scarce in those days? El Paso had always been economically distressed particularly for minorities.

 

One of the best things we did was grow “Whole Green Chiles” there is no better smell in the air then whole green chilies roasting over an open pit or BBQ of hot colds.  We raised what my Dad named “jumbo’s” they were big chilies, some a foot long! Jumbo’s were the best tasting I had ever had.


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Peeled & Roasted  Chiles.


 

That is until years later my wife Peggy would roast chilies out doors when we lived in Santa Fe, New Mexico, very near the town squire, when in the fall you can smell chilies roasting all over town.

 

Peggy stuffs the chilies before roasting with goat cheese and kibasa sausage.  That is the best taste treat on the planet, and as a bonus chilies are high in vitamin C... and non-fattening (without the sausage and cheese).

 

One of the many things my Dad Lou (the neck name my Mother gave my step father) was to go frog gigging together.  His real name was Merle Vincent Lutes one of 9 children with 4 brothers and four sisters all born in Grand Junction Colorado, and at home.  It is high mesa country he would tell me. They grew up on an alfalfa and horse farm. Lou was the only father I ever knew and I am sure today I could not have loved a real Father more than my love for him. In many ways we were very different and yet in many other ways we were very much a like. He was half Early People and half German and sported a handsome dark complexion. He only stood about 5’9 and weight soaking wet never more than 145 lbs. But he was the biggest little man I have ever known. When he was well he could work circles around me, at hard labor, he was stronger then I and I was no slouch, he was the best truck driver, mechanic, carpenter, irrigator, gardener, painter, hunter, fisherman conservationist, explorer, adventurer, lover of animals (and they him), and loved the wild outdoors and of course the Colorado Rocky Mountains. He and three others rode the mountain ridges all the way to Alaska from Grand Junction on horseback. One of his favorite cow ponies broke its back when my Dad was just a boy, back when most people shoot horses when they broke a leg. Not my Dad, he built block and tackle and hoisted the pony off the ground in his barn, which kept the weight off the back so it could heal, and it did and my Dad said that horse was stronger and better than before and lived to be 18 and seemed to love every minute of it and I sure know my Dad did. His favorite singer was not John Denver although he liked him; his numero uno was Eddy Arnold.


Some of the biggest bull Frogs you can find anywhere are located down the valley in El Paso.  They can be found along the Rio Grande River, in almost any connecting irrigation or over flow ditch. They are seen in the backwashes of draining ditches, ponds or lakes and in almost any water moving or standing. But the best place of all was behind the Texaco refinery and Philips Dodge plant near the crossroads of North loop and Dale road.  There were settling ponds of warm water discharged from the processing of both plants.   No one was aloud in there of course.  But often at night we would sneak in anyway (night is the best time to go Frog gigging anyway) you only had to look out for the night watchman in his red and white ford pick-up and he rarely showed up. So that would leave the cattails and warm ponds to the Frogs and us.... We used flat bottom roe boats, flesh lights, long bamboo poles with a sharp 3 prone gigs at the tip. We had gunnysacks for our catch to be carried home, often just before daylight. Later we would get them ready for a frog leg dinner. The price was right and once you’re past the idea, frog legs taste pretty good...some say kind of like a combination of chicken and tuna. Fried in bacon grease, Texas sweet onions, corn meal, black pepper, sea salt with lots of garlic, tastes more to me, and my Dad like haven than anything else.

 

 

Children were encouraged to develop strict discipline and a high regard for sharing. When a girl picked her first berries and dug her first roots, they were given away to an elder so she would share her future success.  When a child carried water for the home, an elder would give compliments, pretending to taste meat in water carried by a boy or berries in that of a girl.  The child was encouraged not to be lazy and to grow straight like a sapling. mourning Dove [Christine Quintasket] (1888-1936) Salish

 

One early morning returning from Frog gigging with a sack full of frogs I had got at the smelter ponds behind the tall red brick smoke stack, I noticed a house set back in from the road with lights on and I could see a lady moving about looking very busy, she looked to be about 35, maybe, seemed pretty old to me at the time.  It appeared she was hard at work making what at first I thought were Do-Nuts.  The smell was wonderful and I was hungry from gigging most of the previous night. So I was drawn to the big class picture window and it wasn’t long before I was offered one to eat, as I pressed my nose against her kitchen’s warm window. She was hard at work making not Do-Nuts but what I was to find out where actually SPUD-NUTS made from potatoes and I also found out they are delicious. Well this lead to my first real entrepreneurial experience.  It accrued to me if I liked them so much probably others would too.  So I said to this SPUD-NUT lady “ I bet I could sale some of these” she said “I bet you could too”. I commence to tell her I didn’t have any money but I told her if she would trust me with a few bags of those Spud-Nuts, I’ll go sell them right now! She said without hesitation “lets do it”. She gave me 6 bags of 6 Spud-Nuts in each bag.  I promptly said thanks and told her I would be back. I took my spuds and my gunnysack with the nights haul and headed down the road home.

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Mom was already up having her morning coffee when I burst into the kitchen through the back door. Hey Mom guess what? I got a job, well not really a job, more like a small business I said.  Have you ever heard of Spud-Nuts? Yes I have she replied but I don’t think I have ever eaten any. So I opened my first bag of still warm soft spud-nuts and Mom and I pigged out. I picked up the remaining 5 bags and was off to my neighbors house and door- to -door down my street. Within 45 minutes I Had sold them all.  I run back home got in my old shoebox...got out 35 cents to pay for Mom’s and my earlier feast. Then jumped on my sister’s bike (a girls bike no less) it had a front wire basket and a finger ringer bell prefect for my needs.  So back to the spud-nut shop and I handed the spud-nut lady $2.10 in cash. She then gave me my first taste of the fruits of my efforts and my first profit of 21 cents. She then told me that was almost enough to reinvest and buy a new 6 pack of spud-nut bags. I said, what, do you mean? You save up your spud-nut profits and I’ll wholesale you 6 packs for 25 cents each and you can then sell them for 35 cents or more, hence your profit. Hey I liked that idea. Within days I was in business for myself. Talk about Micronomic’s my first transaction involved a retail sale of $2.10 a wholesale buy cost of $1.50. The difference being 60 cents, my second profit. For months after that I as an independent businessperson, was up very early in the morning before school. I would ride my sister’s bike (subsidized) up to the spud-nut shop load the wire basket and would be off down Dale road ringing the handle barbell. Ladies in varies stages of dress would meet me in the middle of the street and buy my Spud-Nuts. This sure beat my last job picking cotton at 50 cents a 100 lb. bag.  It would take me the better part of (my Saturday and Sundays off from school) a day to fill it. Can you believe that, and it was back breaking work. I now could make that much in an hour and with a whole lot less hard work in my new business selling Spud-Nuts.   


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