I Go To Amazon All The Time — Just Not THE Amazon

Never have, never will.

I’m afraid of snakes, spiders . . . undomesticated animals of any kind, really . . . hate bugs and poison ivy, fear getting lost, require modern plumbing, broadband, and abundant ice.

I’ll never forget the scene in Christopher Buckey’s Wet Work where the guy jumps off the boat into the Amazon to escape being shot and a candiru swims up his urethra sending him into such brain-exploding pain that he begs to be shot.  Something like that.  The specific memory fades, but my fear remains indelible.

My basic philosophy: “If it’s not paved, it’s not safe.”

That said, I’m gob smacked by the beauty and importance of the remote and untamed; and have long proudly supported the Amazon Conservation Team.

Each year they invite me to “Come on down!”

Each year I write my check with the memo: “Are you crazy?!”

But now we can travel down the Amazon just by clicking here.

CLARIFICATION

Yesterday’s post was accurate (I really did pay 18 cents for HYMC shares) but confusing (because it did not adjust for HYMC’s intervening 1-for-10 reverse split).

The stock is up 10-fold not because it’s up, but because it reverse split.

Post-split, my cost was $1.80, not 18 cents; and the stock is down from $160, not $16.