We Can Dream We all take way too many things for granted. I don’t like to think of myself as “privileged”, but I am. I was fortunate to be born when I was, part of the post-war Baby Boom and yet not so far after that I’m part of the downward mobility trend that is permeating our children’s lives. I didn’t quite make it into the top half of the Boomers, who are the ones…
The World Needs More Italians I am perhaps the least Italian-looking person you may ever meet. People might mistake me for German, Eastern European, Russian, Scandinavian and yes, I even get mistaken for being Jewish more often than you might think (must be the Eastern European shtetl look I have about me). But for the three years I lived in Rome, the many times I have visited Italy and spoken reasonably fluent Italian and any…
The Cookie Starts to Crumble In wrapping up my ethics course, I have just gone over my final lecture where I will review all the fundamental concepts we have discussed and debated during the semester. I really think I have, over two semesters of teaching this course, pulled together an excellent set of almost universal topics that would be worthwhile for almost anyone to spend some time considering or studying. Obviously, it is geared to…
Hope Floats Today my daughter texted me that her two daughters were signed up for several courses for the winter session of extracurricular activities. She did this not only to keep me abreast of their goings on, but also because Kim and I give her holiday money intended specifically for the purpose of keeping her daughters enrolled in such activities to broaden their horizons. This past semester it was lacrosse for Charlotte and soccer for…
How Many Christmases? None of us know what the future brings other than that it is likely to surprise us. I am sixty-eight years old, so if I want to believe the actuarial table, I have a life expectancy of 16 years. That means that including this one before us right now, I have sixteen Christmases left. If I matched my father, I would only have two Christmases left, but if I track my mother,…
Fraternization I’ve been teaching since 2007, so that makes the span of time fifteen years. However, I took a few years off after ten years at Cornell, so I’ve really only been actively engaged in teaching for fourteen semesters, ten of them at Cornell and four of them at USD so far. I am scheduled to teach my ethics course again next semester so I will hit fifteen semesters for sure and will most likely…
Dentists I Have Known I don’t think about my teeth very often. As Kris Kringle says in Miracle on 34th Street, “I’m as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth”. That makes my teeth pretty damn old. Even though we see some Egyptian mummies like Tutankhamen with their teeth still in their jaw bones and we often hear that long-buried corpses are identified by their dental records, by age 50, Americans…
Roiled I find the word roiled to be very useful and descriptive in many circumstances. I find myself often using it to describe markets, which can become very agitated. I particularly used it in my testimony with the U.S. Attorney’s office for the Eastern District of New York (Tillary Street in Brooklyn) as the financial crash of 2008 was unfolding. Now those were roiled markets. It is meant to describe a mixing of fluids that…
Circling Around I recently took a motorcycle ride to to Mount Palomar with a friend in the neighborhood, Brian. Brian is 48 years old and has five kids that range from eighteen down to three. You don’t run into a lot of families with five kid anymore, but Brian seems blasé about that number of dependents, which is good because as I say to my kids all the time, “don’t worry, it’ll all be over…
Gearing Up This morning it is not yet time for me to emerge from my office cave into the light of day. I have spent five hours talking to an old lawyer friend getting some pointers about the Investment Advisors Act (the 40-Act, as it is called in the biz) as it pertains to an expert witness case that I am up to my eyeballs in and then putting it down in writing. Only a…