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training-wheelsAs you may or may not know, I have four boys and one wife. I know those numbers to be correct, for if I had one boy and four wives, I’d be living in Utah. And since I don’t live in Utah…well, there you go. And besides, if I had four wives, I’d be the last person to advise you on wealth management. “Why’s that?” you ask. Because I’d have no wealth to manage, of course. (Because we’d spoil the only child, you see…nothing at all to do with having four wives….wink wink.)

And having these four boys, whose ages range from 6 to 15, I’ve learned that in some respects, investing for

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It’s Not About The Jacket

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Rainy Day in AtlantaThis past weekend the McCarthy’s spent some time with family in Atlanta. As is often the case with McCarthy family trips – it rained. Luckily, we packed my most cherished piece of clothing – an old Patagonia rain jacket I purchased 10 years ago. It was my all-purpose go to. Wind, rain, snow, ice, substitute napkin – regardless the occasion, if it required more than a shirt, I chose that jacket. Well, over those 10 years, the jacket’s lining began to thin, fade, and sadly, deteriorate. “Good grief, it’s just a jacket,” you may say, “wear another one.”

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Batting Over .600

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When I was but a young lad growing up in the outskirts of Atlanta, I set three goals for my life: I would 1) play professional baseball, 2) dunk on a 10-ft basketball goal, and 3) I would participate in the Summer Olympic Games. Well, some 30 years later, and much to your surprise I’m certain, I can say that I’ve accomplished two of the three.  Impressive indeed.  So which one didn’t I accomplish? Well, had I played major league baseball, I likely wouldn’t be a financial advisor – I would own a financial advisor. Nope, I hung up the glove at 18. (Something about a “horrendous control problem” I recall hearing from those in the know.) At 19, however, I dunked. I threw it down in an old, dimly lit gymnasium at Berry College. It was a volleyball, I will concede, but it still counted. And for a few moments on that fall afternoon, I was King of the Court.

Fast forward a few years…

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