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Hope all goes well… “That’s my ship Dad!” texted Olivia. I’d sent her a story about Mercy, the US Navy’s floating hospital headed for Los Angeles. Mercy, along with her sister ship, Comfort (headed to NYC), care for wartime troops and provide humanitarian aid to developing nations when at peace. One year ago, Olivia decided she’ll someday head to the Naval Academy, study medicine, and serve aboard Mercy – savin

AStarted in Chicago, standing in a pit, 1989. I knew nothing about trading. But other professions seemed boring. Trading appeared to be the ultimate mystery, forever evolving, but with a periodic rhythm, not a random walk. And its masters often stumbled, which meant you need to stay sharp to succeed. And think creatively, abstractly, independently. They said I’d lose less money in corn, so with an economics degree, t

Hope all goes well… “Mask deliveries were all diverted federally this past month,” texted one of America’s leading epidemiologists, on full wartime footing. “Boston and NYC are running out of masks and face shields, leading to spread amongst healthcare workers. Complete supply chain failure, while the president blames others and points to silly cures,” he continued, leading his army, a sight to behold. “This is an Am

“Sneak out and get candles for your brother’s birthday cake,” my mother whispered, I was ten, summer of 1977. The NYC blackout was in its 2nd day. Three successive lightning strikes on various substations caused catastrophic grid failure. When the lights shut off, my mother immediately filled our apartment’s bathtub. Survivor instincts. “That should hold us over for some time,” she said reassuringly. I slipped out th

A“The S&P 500 this week has had two of the largest single-day losses of the twenty worst days in its ninety-four-year history,” wrote the CIO to his investors late Thursday night, his investment and operations team working round the clock, exhilarated, exhausted. “I expect that the Fed has no choice but to act aggressively. They started today with a re-introduction of QE (though they didn’t call it that). The pol

Hope all goes well… “Read this article, think hard about it, and afterwards we’ll have a family discussion,” I said Saturday, texting the link: https://medium.com/@tomaspueyo/coronavirus-act-today-or-people-will-die-f4d3d9cd99ca. “Visualize yourself in a leadership position, and tell me how you’d answer the following questions: What are America’s objectives in combating this pandemic? What are the consequences of fai

Anecdote: With each passing year of this crazy game, he placed less weight on the value of price action, he thought, reflecting, walking, wandering. He recalled, as a young trader, how lower stock prices following a strong employment report turned him bearish. He loved to buy markets that rallied for no reason. And sold things that fell suddenly. The faster the better. The less things made sense, the more confident h

Hope all goes well… If Apple and other cash rich employers tell employees to work from home and not travel lest they get sick and some die, what shall other less prosperous companies do? If those other companies insist employees come to work and some get sick and die, won’t those companies get sued now that Apple set this standard? If the answer is yes, then how many companies will send employees home? And if Apple s

Where might this lead? he thought, the stars bright. He’d always loved walking at night, shadows, noises that heighten the senses, turning the everyday ordinary into something extraordinary. But mostly, he loved the heavens. And marveled at how the setting sun unveiled the infinite. This new virus seemed sure to sweep the globe, as such things periodically do. In his discussions with scientists, specialists, it appea