The following is a true story....

Oh the plunge. What could fall faster than my stock portfolio? Me - from the 69th floor - laughing like an idiot - briefly waving to Kevin O'Leary - hoping to splat like a 180 lb jelly-filled balloon.

But not on this day! Our good friend Jellomoldbrain bravely talked me away from the precipice using his best Fred C. Dobbs impression. And at no harm to himself of course. Now this was no mean feat on Jello's part as my fear of heights would not allow me within 20 feet of the open window.

So with a pat on the back and a kick in the ass, Jello got me to street level and sent me on my way. But I would not be denied my leap of despair. Seeing an inordinately high sidewalk - I made my decision.

"Good Bye Cruel Market", which I said to the unimpressed bicycle courier, into the abyss I went.

Well, I landed hard. Hard enough to break my ankle. And damn did it ever hurt! Then, careening out of the smog comes a bus. It's snarling grill and polished chrome bumper bearing down on me faster than a Portee one-liner. Finally a merciful end. But no, the quick-on-the-draw bus driver is able to swerve at the last moment and runs over my other ankle. Oh the Agony.

I writhe in pain. Screaming at the Lord above, "Why not me God?"

But then God appears before me. Actually it is Maple Leafs general manager Cliff Fletcher. He jumps down beside me (not breaking HIS ankle), "Young man, I need you for my hockey club!"

God/Cliff tells me how his current goalie would have let the bus go between his legs. but I was able to deflect it into the corner.

"Young man, will you be my starting goaltender?"

The fog in my head has finally cleared. I look to the Lord above, "Why me God?!"

This time the Lord appears above me as the Bird of Paradise. As more fog clears, I realise that it is only a seagull - and it shits on my forehead.

The moral of this story....

The markets will recover (the Leafs will not) - so hold the course. KXL is a good risk - so hold onto those shares.

And even if a bird craps on you, its just bird shit. Wipe it off and thank the Lord that it was not a golden meteorite - I think.

Anyway, note how I spun this off-topic tale of woe into a KXL-related post.

Sorry for this my fellow KXLers. No 2 cents worth here. I'm digging through the sofa looking for loose change to buy some more KXL!

KG