On The Eve Of The Apple Watch...

More than a few of my friends have heard me complain about how I begged my father to buy Apple stock in 1999 at twenty bucks a share of thereabouts. To be fair, he eventually did buy, once it had cleared the $200 mark. So any time I feel bad about fact that the first quarter-century of my life was basically a fiscal apocalypse from my father's perspective, I console myself that I gave him the chance to make a couple million bucks and he didn't take it.

The Twitterati have re-purposed a piece that I wrote about the ephermeral nature of luxury goods as a potential comment on the viability of the Apple Watch. We'll see how relevant my comments prove to be. Truth be told, I haven't been terribly sanguine about Apple's prospects for limitless future growth, which is why I begged Dad to get out of AAPL a year or so ago. He did, but the stock continued to climb --- so now I guess I owe him some money, right?