So long as predictions remain popular, and are so numerous as they are today – and so long as they receive notoriety through repetition in the press and on the radio – contrary opinions will increase in importance as thinking aids. “
Ben Gaines and I approached the front door of the Union Club of Boston. Ben was a political commentator from Washington with a heavy Yiddish accent. And I was a 25-year-old Irish kid from public housing with a bad Boston accent. A butler opened the door for us. The club was a total bastion of Boston investment Brahmins. These people...
It was a late summer day in 1955. Stamps and newspapers were three cents. A bottle of coke cost a nickel. That summer I was a 12-year-old caddy earning $1.25 for a round of golf plus, generally, a small tip. But on this particular day I would realize what it would take to make significant money as an adult.
The man I had...
It was 33 years ago this month when I got off the subway and stared at a newsstand copy of Business Week. The cover read “The Death of Equities.” It was 1979, five years removed from the 1973-1974 bear market. I was totally flummoxed by the story. The story was incomprehensible to me.
True the Dow Jones Average had been going...
My father stood staring out the living room window of our apartment building. It was a building that was derisively referred to as “The Project” by its inhabitants. Other people knew it as Public Housing. It was government housing for low income people. Many, like my father, were returning World War II veterans. And these Vets,...
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