If you’re looking to make a few bucks or start a bar fight at your regular watering hole in Manhattan, I would recommend betting all comers whether they might be able to name the college from which the greatest number of Fortune 500 CEOs graduated

Cleaning out the car from a month of travels up and down the Eastern seaboard, I found French fries from restaurants as varied as McDonald’s, Chick-fil-A, Burger King, Cinnabon, and Nathan’s along with no less than a dozen half-empty Gatorade bottles in places you’d need a set of tools to find in an automobile.  I started to wonder what my travels said about our country and the state of higher education, to say nothing about my own perspective and competence as a father.

It’s been about six months since we all learned that COVID-19 was to have a profound impact on our lives as both human beings and as investors.

It’s often been said that the most dangerous words in the investment business are “it’s different this time.” To be sure, few good things happen after uttering those words, but I’ve found more immediate pain meted out by the markets when I say “the market is wrong.”

A Layman’s Plea for Tolerance of Catholics And so we’ve entered the Christmas season, a beautiful and wondrous time of year in which people of all faiths try to be a little nicer to one another, meet up with old friends and distant family, and engage in some nostalgia, both happy and sorrowful, for times gone by.

Come il presidente di una societa’ di analasi dell’andamento economica di Wall Street, e’ difficile per me evitare le notizie quotidiane della mia terra materna. Negli ultimi anni, i miei soggiorni in una piccolo citta’ sul mare vicino a Lucca sono diventati una fonte importante di riposo e di un ricupero della mia prospettiva della vita.