Smoke and mirrors…the other day it was so cold here in Florida, in the fifties, which to me seems like below zero. But in the late afternoon, off to the west someone was burning leaves and the smoke combined with the light from the setting sun and seemed to bounce off the still water of little lake Amory. It looked like some enchanted forest whose entrance was being guarded by light beams. Behind the light was a time and place removed, and had I followed the beams, I might have been taken to a land where dreams come true…how about this dream, my 401K has no Citibank or other stock, and somehow it has been replaced with gold bullion…