“Every market has its generals,” said the CIO, atop the hill, surveying the battlefield. “Bull markets march onward, upward until their leaders die,” he said, lowering his binoculars, smoke rising from the valley floor. Banks led the last great bull market. Fueled by reckless lending and leverage, loose regulation, moral hazard, and the wondrous illusion of boundless riches that accompany all reflexive markets, these

Hope all goes well… “How’d I do out there today Daddy?” asked Charlie. “You looked good little man. But did you have fun?” I asked. “Yeah, sure did.” That’s all that matters. My 4th child, my last time coaching 3rd grade lacrosse. “Do you prefer being cold or hot?” he asked, cheeks beet red, a chilly first practice under our belt. “Well, I’d rather freeze to death than burn,” I said. “Same,” he replied, moving on. “W

“I’m going to puke,” said Mara. We waited for the call, the text, the result. Our daughter Olivia was attempting the impossible. “Tell me she’s going to make it,” whispered Mara. I quietly considered the odds. Sighed. Olivia is a force of nature, her spirit pure Olympic Gold. But there’s one problem. She’s tiny. Usain Bolt trapped inside a pipsqueak. “We should have heard by now.” Olivia flew to California alone. I’d

Some investors bought stocks. Others purchased bonds. The two in combination held certain appeal. 60% of the former and 40% of the latter seemed like good round numbers. So it went for decades. In fact, it still does. But we improve in all pursuits. And as we sought to enhance investment returns, we discovered the power of diversification. Our business schools taught every eager attendee that it represents their only

Hope all goes well… “Mate, seriously, what the hell is going on with your country?” asked my old buddy, Sunny in Sydney. Spent the week in Australia. Singapore too. And in my decades of travel, discussions, debates, never has this one question dominated all others. “America has actually become the Gong Show!” he cried, pulling up his iPhone newsfeed, replete with porn stars, trade wars, revolving doors. Bump stocks a

“The period between now and 2020 will be decisive in finishing the building of a moderately prosperous society in all respects,” said Xi Jinping to 2,200 comrades. “Building on this, China will see the basic realization of socialist modernization by 2035 after 15 years of hard work,” he explained, abolishing the constitutional 2-term limit for Presidents. China is now making its move. For decades, its greatest fear h

Hope all goes well… “Wanna hear a joke?” asked Charlie, my 3rd grader. I nodded. “Bernie Sanders, Hillary Clinton, and Donald Trump all get into a boat.” I smiled. “They row into the middle of the ocean.” Okay. “And it sinks.” Whoa, sounds awful. “So who survives?” asked my 8-year old. I shrugged, certain I hadn’t told a political joke until my mid-twenties. “America!” he howled, doing a little dance, shaking his boo

Hope all goes well… “Hard to pinpoint why this happened,” said Roadrunner, the market’s biggest equity volatility trader. “But this kind of move usually reflects something below the surface.” Poorly designed VIX exchange-traded products are the fall guys. “Could it have simply been too much leverage and complacency? Doubt it.” VIX finished the week at 16.5, back below where it started the morning of Feb 5th. “I strug

“All children are born artists,” said Picasso, “The challenge is to remain an artist as we grow up.” I was watching ‘Do Schools Destroy Creativity,’ Sir Ken Robinson’s brilliant TED Talk. One of my portfolio managers had suggested it, Kanzo, and felt its wisdom held certain crossovers to the investment process. Sir Ken told a story: A little girl was in a drawing lesson. She was six, at the back, and hardly ever paid

Hope all goes well… “My heart goes out to every child who had to walk back into their classrooms today,” said the radio host as I drove my kids to school. “That’s what I’m talking about! I love this station!” cheered Teddy, laughing. “Shut up Teddy, she’s talking about the 17 kids who were shot dead at a school,” said Jackson, shaken, uncharacteristically. The car went quiet. “Who shot them?” asked Teddy. “Another ki