Don't ask me what a hedge fund is — if I knew, I'd manage one.
By Donald Kaul
I’ve already told you the story of Mrs. Campbell, my well-meaning high school guidance counselor. In case you missed it, I’ll tell you again.
High school seniors in Detroit, where I grew up, had career counseling before they were turned loose on society. You took “aptitude” tests (“Would you prefer arranging flowers or building a bridge?”) and read boring brochures in the name of finding out what you wanted to be when you grew up. I took the tests and read the brochures. When I went to see Mrs. Campbell for advice, she had my records spread out in front of her.
“I think you can be just about anything you want to be,” she said. That was counselor-speak for: “You don’t have any identifiable talent.”