Edward Caputo is an entrepreneur and former Chief Executive Officer of a number of highly successful technology companies, which he founded and built during his career in business. He pioneered outsourcing to India, rode the first Internet wave, engineered an Initial Public Offering at the peak of the dot-com bubble and sold out in a cash only deal right before the dot-com bubble burst and technology stock market crash of 2001. His honors include:
Born in Brooklyn, New York, Edward Caputo originally studied to become a lawyer. After graduating at the top of his class from college, he sought a summer job prior to attending law school. As fate would have it, Ross Perot scouted the college campus looking to hire top graduates as employees for Electronic Data Systems. That summer job was a career changing course for Edward. As Ross had done with IBM, Edward broke from EDS and formed Command Systems, taking the company public in 1998 with over 500 employees and five branches, including an international development center in Bangalore, India. His published novel "Death Cross" is based upon this experience.
He started writing a weekly column called "Caputo on Computers" for the Hartford Business Journal and that began his quest to become a published author. He divides his time between Florida and Connecticut.
It was the grand finale of the 20th century, and the dawn of a new era, a new technology, a new profession, and... a new motive for murder.
The “Internet revolution,” like the industrial revolution, the agricultural revolution, and countless other revolutions before them, promised to change planet earth forever… and it did! The Internet spawned a whole new world - a parallel dimension - that connected the universe through computers and software.
“Dot-com” emerged as the money buzzword on Wall Street, and Internet stocks commanded huge share price premiums, driving the stock market to record highs, week after week, in a raging bull market that was unstoppable. Investors loved the dot-com story and bought it: hook, line, sinker, rod, reel, and boat.
It was called the “Dot-com bubble” because of the overly excessive speculation on Wall Street, and for a while… it all worked great. The dot-coms flourished! The dot-com entrepreneurs flourished! The venture capitalists flourished! The investment bankers flourished! The lawyers flourished! Wall Street flourished! In fact, the entire world flourished!
The hyper-frenzied, speculative stock market that emerged, fueled greed and the consequential corollary, a fear psyche that was both delusional and addictive. It signaled the beginning of the end -- that could ultimately trigger the bursting of the Dot-com bubble and the birth of a new breed of speculator: The Day Trader.
The Internet produced a “perfect storm” for Day Traders, when the technology to buy and sell stocks instantaneously on personal computers converged with a superheated stock market. The Wall Street Journal compared it to Las Vegas calling it: “Casino Trading” and Barron’s magazine labeled it a “Wild West” gambling environment.
Day Traders took unimaginable risks, betting huge sums of money, sometimes their entire life savings, based upon investment theories that could drive stocks up or down and create self-fulfilling prophecies triggered by premonitions, superstitions, and traditions. They used these theories to predict the future performance of a stock to maximize profits or minimize losses. For instance, the “Death Cross,” a technical indicator that forecasts the death of a stock when the short-term price moving average crisscrosses below the long-term price moving average. As the chart below demonstrates, it has been deadly accurate.
Day Traders usually lost money, and frequently lost lots of money, sometimes resulting in bankruptcy when their stocks were pumped through wild gyrations, as fictitious insider information, wild tips, and misleading data across the Internet relentlessly changed the direction of trading. Their stock price crashed and signaled a “Death Cross.”
And, when they thought mismanagement by the chief executive officer of the company had produced the Death Cross… Day Trader revenge turned deadly. It could transform ordinary, law-abiding citizens into pathological homicidal behavior when they couldn’t cope with the stress of losing money in the stock market. Reports of high-powered gun shootings and killings from bell towers on college campuses and downtown office buildings became front-page news when Day Traders lost money and suddenly went berserk.
Bradley J. Burke was on top of the world. He had conceived, built, and now brought public a highly successful Internet technology company in an era in which the Internet was beginning to permeate every facet of human existence. Webstar Corporation was in the right place at the right time. The Webstar IPO had taken full advantage of the dot-com bubble, and it sparkled brilliantly through Webstar’s sky-high share price multiples.
Unfortunately, Brad had three problems: One, the love of his life was married to his best customer, mentor, and Chairman of the Board. Two, there was a crazy Day Trader, killing CEOs of public Internet companies to force a change in management, if the short-term price moving-average crisscrossed below the long-term price moving-average, forming a “Death Cross.” Three, for no apparent reason Brad’s Webstar stock price suddenly crashed and produced a Death Cross. He was in the crosshairs of an assassin.
Amid a maelstrom of success, romance, jealousy, and murder, Brad’s life was about to change forever. The question is, will his company survive and will he come through it alive? Brad isn’t sure and others are determined he won’t!
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At the very pinnacle of humanity’s trust in governmental institutions is: Law Enforcement. No other profession demands a higher ethical standard. The ultimate assurance is the trust to go to a police officer when in trouble or help is needed. But sadly, that trust has been forever broken by a small percentage of police officers who have abused their authority. Many have been prosecuted, but many more have not been prosecuted, because the “Badge of Betrayal” shields police officers.
Although the large majority of police officers are honest and trustworthy, when I asked my daughter if she would pull over on a deserted road at night if red and blue lights flashed behind her ... she answered, YES! That’s frightening! Since I started researching this problem, I talked to many female friends and I was shocked at how often “abuse of authority” really occurs. Almost all of the women that I talked to have had some form of an abuse of authority incident, ranging from attempted coercion to actual rape. Unfortunately, most of them have not reported it out of fear of retaliation. I never realized that police abuse of authority was so prevalent.
During the generation of the #METOO movement and the sadistic serial killer and rapist police officer, dubbed the the "Golden State Killer," where can women turn when in trouble, if humanity’s most trusted profession becomes the predator.
I hope this book raises awareness of this danger. Actual cases are quoted before each chapter, with a short summary and the adapted details of each case woven into a dramatized story, with the victim’s surnames changed. Most of the police rape and murder incidents portrayed in Badge of Betrayal are true and really happened. Some have been modified and enhanced to fit the narrative of the plot. Many of these cases have also been featured on Forensic Files, Dateline, Law and Order, 20/20, Snapped, ID and many other reality crime, shows. The factual legal cases are documented in the Bibliography.
All women need to be aware of the possibility of abuse of authority, when complying with law enforcement officers or the possibility of deceptive uniformed men posing as police officers. The recommended procedure is to continue to a lighted facility or dial 911.
It was a crazy time! Insane really! The “dot-com” revolution, like the industrial revolution and countless other revolutions before them, promised to change planet earth forever! And it did! The Internet spawned a whole new world - a parallel dimension - that connected the universe through computers.
Entrepreneurs flocked by the thousands to jump on this innovative technology and capitalize on it as quickly as possible! Many millionaires and even a few billionaires were created, as the flurry to be the first to find an angle that worked and nab a unique dot.com URL, accelerated. Existing companies just added an “e” prefix or a dot-com to the end of their name. Even a few forward-thinking entrepreneurs just grabbed URL’s like GM, Delta, Exxon, etc., to reserve the name for eventual sale to these mega companies and make huge profits.
It all worked great … for a while. The dot-coms flourished! The dot-com entrepreneurs flourished! The venture capitalists flourished! Wall Street flourished! In fact, the entire world flourished! Entrepreneurs would sell a dot.com idea to venture capitalists, who would invest millions and make huge profits by taking the company public and cash out through an IPO. The IPO’s experienced meteoric rises in their stock prices, thus creating a stampede of more dot-com IPOs. It was a self-propagating, virtuous circle! Dot-com IPO’s were proliferating! Hundreds of new dot-com companies were trading publicly on the stock market.
Then, it got even crazier, if that’s even possible. As the dot-com companies announced their earnings results, the more money they lost, the more their stocks would go up in price. In a twisted sense, Wall Street logic figured that if a dot-com company had massive, sustained losses, it was because they were investing in themselves, to build mind and market share and make the technology better, which would ultimately make the company worth more. The theory was that if the company could build enough brand awareness quickly and “get big fast,” they would recoup their losses later. So, the more money they lost, the higher the stock price would go! It was weird to see the earnings reports showing massive losses and then the stock skyrocketing. It was chaotic. Something was wrong!
Then … another problem needed to be solved: How do you find the required dot-com company amid this plethora of dot-coms on the World Wide Web? In January of 1994, Jerry Yang and David Filo at Stanford University thought that they had the answer: “Jerry’s Guide to the World Wide Web” was a directory of other websites. In March 1994, it became “Yahoo!”
I hope that the most important thing you learn from reading this book is to question everything doctors tell you! Most people hold doctors in high esteem and put them on a pedestal, but believe me … they don’t know everything. They are human beings and they make a lot of mistakes! A lot of deadly mistakes!
God only knows how many elderly people could have lived longer and enjoyed their grandchildren and families longer, except doctors in all their wisdom (or lack thereof), decreed that they were terminally ill, and they were going to die, so the family should just let them die “comfortably” (which is code for administering morphine until they are dead). I was told that over and over again for the last seven-years of my Mom’s life. Basically, because she was old!
The fact is that there are so many medical specialists running around at a hospital, for a moment here and a moment there, breezing in and out of a patient’s very sick condition, that no one really knows the whole story. That is why a Patient Advocate is so important. I made it my business to know more about what was going on with my Mom’s health than any of the so-called “Healthcare Professionals. Many times researching the Internet to understand more about my Mom’s condition and alternative treatments, and questioning procedures or suggesting interventions that the doctors hadn’t considered. After all, the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and I know in my heart, that I saved my mother’s life many times, because I was her Caregiver and I became her Patient Advocate, and I asked a lot of questions. You have to stay vigilant at all times.
I was very vocal about my opinions; I did not put doctors on a pedestal. Once, I actually got thrown out of the hospital because I was so adamant about an operation the doctors wouldn’t perform because “it might kill her.” I said, “but she’s going to die anyway if you don’t do the operation!” The doctors called security! I was thrown out of the hospital!
Unfortunately, the couple of times I relaxed or backed-off of asking questions or staying totally involved, probably cost my Mom her life! There are many things that I would’ve, should’ve, or could’ve done differently if I knew then, what I know now.
You need to identify a Patient Advocate who will watch your back. Especially now with socialized medicine looming! With the Baby boomer generation and all of us aging, we need to understand one of the basic requirements elderly people need to survive a critical care hospital stay. You need a Patient Advocate. That is why I wrote this book. To help you!
Food, Wine, Romance and Adventure.
This dream come true story is a romantic adventure based on a couple who had built a business and then had the chance to enjoy the fruits of their hard work by traveling to different locations around the world on their dreamboat.
Our first task was to find a yacht large enough for us and our friends and family. We traveled to the London Boat Show, since our initial plan was to cruise the Mediterranean Sea - French Riviera and because the electrical power and rules of the sea are very different then America, we wanted a European yacht.
We found the yacht of a dreams: a 75-foot Sunseeker Manhattan with 4 staterooms, 3 heads, a fully equipped galley, of course, a bar and complete crew cabin. Then, we needed to name her and since she was a Sunseeker and Sensational, we named her "Sunsation." After that, we needed a Captain who could navigate European waters and spoke French, since we didn’t, because the French treat people who speak French much better than those who don’t. So we hired a young British Captain who was married to a French woman and spoke French. Voila!
Since the yacht could accommodate up to 8 people, we invited different friends and family members to join us at different locations such as: Monaco, France, Italy, Spain, Malta and eventually Nantucket, Florida, New York City, Bahamas, etcetera, to enjoy the experience with us. We suddenly had lots and lots of friends. We began our adventure at the Monte Carlo Grand Prix in Monaco on the French Riviera, with 3 other couples who flew into Nice, France to join us. We all watched the Formula One race around the winding roads and sharp turns and enjoyed local events, fine wine and restaurants in Monti Carlo, including one owned by world renowned Chef Alain Ducasse. It was particularly exciting because one of the race car drivers, Eddie Irving, owned the yacht docked right next to us and there were wild parties and beautiful women every night on his yacht. Although my girlfriend wasn’t thrilled with the situation, we partied with them anyway. They had a Chef crew member onboard, so we sampled some fabulous food and drink. The principality of Monaco is divided into 3 cities: Vieux Ville, Monte Carlo and Fontvielle and we sampled cuisine and created recipes from all 3. Occasionally, we ventured to Ville Franche or Cap Ferrat, France on Sunsation for lunch or dinner, where we would anchor the yacht and the restaurant onshore would send a water taxi to pick us up and ferry us to the restaurant and then back to the yacht afterwards.
Now, come to find out, my Captain and my girlfriend were both “Foodies” and, of course, I loved good food too, so it was a match made in heaven. I actually think my Captain would rather cook then captain. Anyway, this was where it got to be more fun. Every time we pulled into a port, which we timed around dinnertime, my Captain and my girlfriend would excitedly jump off the boat and find the local market to figure the meal and drink plan for dinner, while I stayed on the yacht and had a cocktail. They would research local cuisine, pick out the freshest vegetables, best wine and they even learned how to select the freshest fish. It seems you have to press their eyes. Who knew? Anyway, they enjoyed cooking together and preparing the meal and it was always superb!
Then, one day I had the idea to create a combination cookbook and travelog, where we could describe our adventures at each port and document the great recipes and fine wine from each locale. We called the travelog/cookbook: Cruisin’ Cuisine: Eat, Drink, Cruise.
The Tamiami Trail was gradually and painfully hacked out of the Everglades swamps connecting Tampa and Miami in Southwest Florida over countless centuries by animals, alligators, Indians and eventually the white man. Unfortunately, from the time the white man first discovered the trail, it has been the scene of countless violent, murderous and tragically historical events over the past 300 years, from Pirates to Indian Wars to Serial Killers to Drug Smugglers to Human Trafficking and beyond.
Although the two major cities at either end of the trail prospered, the swampland in between was primarily home to the Seminole Indians for thousands of years. The white men, who believed they were civilizing Florida through the Everglades and named the Tamiami Trail, opened a deadly corridor to a much larger tragedy in a treacherous wilderness.
Tamiami Trail of Tears is the story of Southwest Florida as remembered, researched and recorded by those who lived it, and those who loved it. From the legend of the bloodthirsty Pirate Gasparilla in the 1700’s, to the Seminole Indian Wars in the 1800’s, to the lucrative drug trade of 1900’s, including the brutality of early arduous life, the building of the historic trail, mosquitoes, muck and misery, to living existence on the Tamiami Trial. A frightening, bloody history amazed, astounded and awestruck by the efforts of many, the transgressions of some and the unlikely success of a civilization carved out of the swampy wilderness.
The book is entitled the “Tamiami Trail of Tears” because of all the tragic events that have occurred on this “trail” demonstrating the white man’s inhumanity and incivility over and over again, because the settlers of the United States Revolution pressured the Federal government to remove Native American Indians from Florida through the Indian Removal Act of 1830. The Act directed the US Army to force the unwavering Seminole Indians to leave their ancient homelands along the Tamiami Trail and move west of the Mississippi River to the Arkansas Territory, making Florida safe for the “civilized” white man.
The “Trail of Tears” was the name given by Native American Indians to the ethnic cleansing and forced relocation from their homeland. Thousands of Indians suffered from exposure, disease and starvation while en route to their destinations and died, thus it also has been called the "Trail of Tears and Deaths!” The clash that inevitably resulted in Southwest Florida was called: The Seminole Indian Wars and took place mostly along the rough, uninhabitable and wild terrain in the Everglades surrounding the Tamiami Trail.
The “Trail of Tears and Deaths,” more accurately depicts the years before, during and after the construction of the legendary Tamiami Trail. The dichotomy of life, salvation, and civilization represents the Tears and Deaths, the Tamiami Trail has unintentionally produced: a newly recruited young white soldier fighting the Seminole Indian Wars in a foreign hostile swamp in the Everglades, against a vulnerable young Indian warrior protecting his land and family with his bow and arrows verses incalculable rifles and bullets; a black field worker murdered by his employer to evade payday; an enterprising young drug runner in an illegal trade shot to death by the Mob because he got a little too greedy.
The “Tamiami Trail of Tears” contrasts the “civilized” white man as much less civilized then the Seminole Indians through a series of true stories about the many brutal and uncivilized events that took place along the Tamiami Trail before, during and after its inception. The Seminole Indians lived a much more peaceful and civilized existence until the white man disrupted their civilization in the 1800’s. Ironically, the white man proved to be more uncivilized than the Indians; based on a history of brutality comprised of murderous Pirates, serial killings, outlaw shootouts and gangland massacres.
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