Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.Nevertheless, the memories of...

Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.

Nevertheless, the memories of Mr Yogi are fond. Perhaps not so for the man involved, but no doubt he has prospered elsewhere.

The story at the time was that his next door neighbour hollered over the side fence that Mr Yogi could make mega-dollars on this stock, and Yoges, as he was affectionately known, was convinced. I think he even got his new-found investor adviser to do the cabinet making in his kitchen.

The bulk of Yoges' stock ended up on a Warracknabeal sheep and wheat property where an itinerant chippy was insistent that backing up the truck was the way to wealth.

Tooheys8 is correct, though. All this is water under the bridge.