Lately, nostalgia’s been kicking me in the ribs, so I decided to revisit my glory days on Wall Street. You know, the days when the money was real, and the regret came later. On a whim (or perhaps a mild midlife crisis), I cracked open the old Dopey Cowboy archives I backed up on a flash drive years ago.
Unfortunately, none of the images made it – so all those one-liners, paired with photos were scrapped. However, I did managed to bring about 200 posts back to life. Whether you’re revisiting the chaos of when they were written or stumbling on them for the first time, there’s still a few gems worth dusting off.
It’s been nearly a decade since I walked away from the industry. I’ll admit—there are things I miss. The adrenaline. The constant buzz of being surrounded by sharks and geniuses who thought they were invincible. And let’s not forget those late-night strategy sessions, where we pretended to work while the coffee turned into whiskey. But there are also things I’m perfectly content leaving behind. No need to go into that, right? You know what I mean.
I’m not the best at staying in touch (who is, really?), but you’ve all crossed my mind more than you know. I hope you’re out there doing your thing, crushing it in your own way, and pretending to be just as happy as I am.
As for this blog? Well, consider it officially retired—but hey, if you’ve got something to share, feel free to send it my way. I’d be happy to read it and maybe even post it. You know, the perks of being a former blogger.
I’ve jumped into a new venture—owning and running a real estate brokerage out on Long Island. Yep, that’s right. From trading stocks to selling houses (with no shortage of cartoon characters thrown into the mix). The transition is practically poetic. One chapter ends, and the next involves less panic attacks and more… keys.
Take a wander through these posts. Let me know what you think, or don’t—I’m not your mom. But here’s to the good times, the ugly times, and everything else that made us who we are.
And hey, if you’re ever in the market for a house on Long Island, give me a call. I promise I’m better at this than I was at reading the stock market.
Miss you guys,
Dopey
