<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong></div></div></div><br/>I nod as Jaclyn describes her balance sheet.  Quite a slip to see!<em>Hee-hee!</em>Had I not heard that Mackenzie was angling to get hands on with the Rosendahl businesses?  A hurdle met and a rolling stone rolls on.  I nod again.<br/><br/><strong>“Ah, the business side of Warcaof, how does it fare?  Let’s say comme-ci-comme-ca.  Yes.  That’s a fine description.  I rather like that.”</strong>(Chuckle).<strong>“Of course there were times when Ari and I wondered if we would have a meal on the table in the very old times.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Times have changed.  I’ve changed.  Old acquaintances are looking for things from me I now never do.  I’m a bit like Nobel, probably the same guilt prompting things.  Trying to make sure my money does good.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I have been approached about a water project in Africa.  Well meaning group.  I rather gather the wife is the shining light.  Brilliant project!  She needs a massive infusion of capital.  Claimed that there would be a modest return on investment—three year horizon, just three years.  Pay back in full.  I would have loved to.  But my moneys, where they stand now, couldn’t get enough traction.  Even if I pledged nearly everything.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“It gets costly to even do good, does it not?”</strong><br/>