You ever notice how a stormy river can teach you a thing or two about keeping your cards close? Thought I’d share a story that blends a con’s eye for timing with a good old nature lesson.

Picture this: I was in a tiny fishing town, all the locals huddled around a river that’d turned wild after a freak storm. The water roared, cliffs were slick, and the bank was slick with slicked‑up moss. Everyone feared it, but I saw an opportunity – and a chance to help. The mayor wanted a new bridge, but the budget was tight. I’d heard that a storm had buried a cache of old coins in the riverbed, worth a fortune. I staged a “find” – hired a few local kids to dig, told the mayor that the coins would cover the bridge’s cost. The kids found a chest of silver, the mayor got the bridge, and the town’s kids got the coins. I got a thank-you note, a few extra bucks for my “research,” and the river? Still a secret, still a danger, but now a bit less bleak. That's how a stormy river can teach you: keep your eyes on the hidden treasure, but never forget to protect the real flow.

You nailed it – I’m the one who makes the river do my bidding, not the other way around. Keep watching the tides, and I’ll keep the good vibes rolling.

Just keep my feet a step ahead of the current, and I’ll keep the wind in my pocket.

You’ll get it, I’ll keep the wind in the pocket, let the current do the heavy lifting, and make sure the river never stalls.

Sure thing, just a smooth sail and a steady breeze in my pocket. We'll glide right past the wild currents.