I’ve had a lot of mentors over the years, few as patient and as available as you were. Early on, you took the time to help a new guy get his feet wet, build his confidence. You went from mentor to colleague to friend in our time together. We enjoyed happy hours in Chicago. Too many to count. We laughed over IPAs, too many of those to count, too.
You introduced me to the CMT program. A couple of the technical analysis books you loaned me are still sitting on my desk. I’ll cherish them always. Even long after I was well on my way, you checked in to make sure I was “movin’ on and movin up.”
You always made me stay at the local bar in Downers Grove an extra train stop or two. “You got time for a couple more don’t ya” you’d say in that funny Chicago accent. Of course I had time. I never turned down a couple more.
Chicago isn’t going to be the same for a while. It’s going to feel smaller without that big laugh of yours. You were one of a kind and I will never forget you.
Rest easy, buddy.
Trent
In remembrance of John Biesboer.