Monthly Archives: November 2018

(I wrote this last year and did a rare thing; shared it with my old friend Luis Curutchet, my muse in may ways, who liked it.  He wanted to know more about Ed and maybe I’ll come up with a … Continue reading →

“Don’t you think?”  “No, I don’t think, and I wish to hell you’d let me handle this. Unless you want to be the captain!” He pushed the tiller towards her, hard into her knee, and let out the sheet. She … Continue reading →

(This is a sample of my professional work…ha ha ha….and appeared on Bloomberg in April 2018.) Get Ready For Deeper, Longer Bear Markets in Stocks: David Ader Baby boomers control most of America’s wealth, but have neither the time nor … Continue reading →

Can we really touch the past?  I think so.  It can hit you like when you visit a place such as Gettysburg or the cemeteries at Normandy and see the names engraved on the markers.  The fallen heroes buried there … Continue reading →

100 years ago today WW1 ended.  When I was a kid and a Civil War Buff I was sorry I hadn’t been aware of the centennial at least so I could think, “Man, the war was fought less than 100 … Continue reading →

(This I wrote in January of 2008, sitting in the basement of a hotel in Iceland having just been released from the hospital in Reykjavik after my heart attack.  It’s a bit crude but was heartfelt and 10 year later, … Continue reading →

(I was tempted to call this “A Fairfield County Story,” but that was a bit too close to home.  Not my home mind you.  But in the neighborhood.) Jan and Pat Stafford stopped in front of 28 North Gate as … Continue reading →

“Hey, I Just Felt It. A Twinge of Fear.” (Written by Edward. A McCabe, former president and creative director of Scali, McCabe, Sloves, this appear in the New York Times Magazine on Dec 7, 1986 whenI was going through a rough … Continue reading →