I have a confession: I worship Warren Buffett. I've been to his house. I've been to his office. I've filmed him playing bridge. I've stood six feet away from him as he ate a Dairy Queen treat.
No, I'm not a stalker, but I suppose I'm pretty damn close to being one. What I am is a huge follower of his infinite wisdom. Later this week I make my annual trek to Omaha for the Berkshire Hathaway annual meeting. It's the Woodstock for Capitalists. I've been doing this nearly ten years now.
This year I'll be going by car. I've only driven once before, but I thought it would be cool to try to do a little mystery shopping along the way. I won't go hardcore. My goal, simply, is to pay for my travel with mystery shopping.
I'll leave my home near Birmingham, AL on Thursday and expect to arrive Friday in time for the annual cocktail reception at Borsheim's, a large jewelry store where the weekend kicks off with free food and spirits. After driving 1,000 miles, a free drink will really hit the spot.
I thought I would devote this week to explaining how Warren Buffett helps me be a better miser. To get started, why not check out this post I made back in January about how Buffett himself is a miser, too.
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