Arrow Charts

Once there was a circus clown with a tent show, along with a guy called the Arrow Man. His job was to tack up paper signs with red arrows printed on them all along the route to the next town, so the performers and crew could find their way. This fellow did his job very well. He never made a mistake. And he really secured those signs; even in the worst weather, the red arrows could be seen flapping from light posts and exit ramps, bedraggled and torn but always there, a tattered assurance to all concerned that they were on the right track.

Despite his excellent record, there were times the clown doubted the Arrow Man. Not on the well-posted hops between neighboring towns or within big cities, but on the long hauls-over flat, featureless plains and twisting mountain roads, whenever there were scores of miles between pointers. And sometimes that doubt got the better of him. He'd turn off the highway, looking for local assurance. Eventually, a rusty gas pump tended by a wizened elder named Slim, Buzz, or Junior would come into view. After absorbing his request for guidance, Slim-Buzz-Junior would squint, spit, wipe his hands on an oily rag, and always say the same thing: "Son, it's the next exit." And, sure enough, the next exit would be festooned with red arrows. It is in that tradition that I wish to continue as I guide you through the minefield that traders and investors face each day in the financial arena.

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