Editorial: The back seat investor

So you’re barrelling along the 401 highway out of Toronto, and you w ant to know what Hoochy Poochy Mines is doing on the Toronto Stock Exchange.

Simple. From the plushy depths of your seat at the rear of the stretch limousine you punch up the day’s quotations on the specially-installed computer, and presto] there’s Hoochy Poochy and it’s looking good.

No need to stop there, either. You pick up your mobile phone, and order another 10,000 shares of Hoochy, sit back, light up another Havana, and watch the miles spin by. You think we’re kidding? Not a bit. There’s an outfit in Chicago that has already added the rolling-computer market service to its limousine fleet, and it may not be too long before investors can have the same in Toronto, Montreal, or Vancouver.

You’ll need of course to make a fair bit on Hoochy Poochy et al in order to afford the service. It wouldn’t be cheap. An alternative might be to set up a similar service in your own jalopy, but then you’d have to take your wife or whoevheap. An alternative might be to set up a similar service in your own jalopy, but then you’d have to take your wife or whoever along to watch the quotes.

Hoochy Poochy might not be worth it.