The sun shines bright on our old Kentucky home, just as it does for each of us who longs for his Indiana home on the banks of the Wabash far away; or New York New York, the city that never sleeps; or the left coast where birides sing and everything; or Swanee, where you’d give the world to be among the folks in D-I-X-I-E, or Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plains. Add to the mix New Mexico, for which no iconic lyric has yet been penned. It's home to a gelding named Mine That Bird.
But America is more than a home. It’s a romance that causes men and women, young and old, to sigh with joy that men in ten-gallon Stetsons, ladies in sleeveless crinoline and flouncy caps of their own and horseflesh as beautiful as a spring day exult in two minutes of glory as mud flies onto the silks of the jockeys. Anyone who didn’t tear up his losing ticket without a care and take a sip of his mint julep is to be pitied. As someone said, everything, including life, is too short not to partake. Needless to say, my pie-in-the-sky Exacta box of Dunkirk and Flying Private lies in shreds. I picked the wrong strong horse and the wrong long shot.
Mine That Bird, trundled to Churchill Downs in a trailer by his lame trainer, Bennie Woolley, a no-nonsense son of a gun with a broken ankle, sunglasses and no necktie, somehow slipped through a narrow opening at the rail in the home stretch and exploded when he and jockey Calvin Borel saw no equine haunches in front of them.
The sporting life has been bountiful today. Yankees at 1:00 pm, Mets at 4:00, Derby at 6:30, Bulls-Celtics at 8:00 (listening on the radio as I write, but will get to the TV shortly), not to mention a scintillating girls’ softball game at 9 this morning in Prospect Park to start things off.
The economic calendar next week is filled as well. Expect better news, culminating with the jobs report on Friday. The past week offered support for those who root for underdogs. The economic future may be a 50-1 shot, but improvements in the University of Michigan consumer confidence and purchasing managers’ surveys tell me that Miss Market sees daylight on the rail. Her nostrils are flaring.
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Innoculation Nation
Attempting to make money from misery is miserable, positively swinish. But someone’s got to do it. And directing capital to drug makers who aim to profit by alleviating misery makes me feel better, which I could use after my common cold caused me to find every bunker at Dyker Beach yesterday. At least that’s my story for shooting 106 and I’m sticking to it.
How many of us have been able to survive and reproduce, have stellar careers in the arts, sciences, professions and hamburger flipping because of a mold called penicillin?
Now, my stellar career has been more white dwarfish than super nova, so I hesitate to offer ideas to all but the intrepid sailor willing to test his balsa wood Kon-Tiki against the mighty Pacific. But just as I know my next approach shot will hit the green next week, I know there are people brainier than I attacking the H1N1 influenza and they could be right -- saving lives and enriching investors.
Kev (yes, in his megalomaniacal certainty that it’s all about Kev, he is referring to himself in the third person) is adding Novavax (NVAX) to the portfolio at $2.03. This Rockville, Md., company reported encouraging results from its virus-like particle (VLP) vaccine in mice and ferrets dosed with the 1918 Spanish flu virus.
I’m no scientist or lover of rodents, and this is obviously a speculative roll of the dice that only the lonely should play, but I’m buying into it for now.
PALM, F, AMD, DDR remain as well. This is no bear market rally. Obama’s competence becomes more evident every day, and markets are responding.
Don't know much about the NBA, but Bulls-Celtics series is terrific. Derrick Rose sunk me in last year's NCAA championship game. Maybe he'll make up for it in Boston tomorrow like he did last night in Chicago. The Bulls will win outright.
Meanwhile, taking Dunkirk in the Kentucky Derby tomorrow. Hopefully, some horse’s behind (there are a bunch of them) won’t get in his way.
How many of us have been able to survive and reproduce, have stellar careers in the arts, sciences, professions and hamburger flipping because of a mold called penicillin?
Now, my stellar career has been more white dwarfish than super nova, so I hesitate to offer ideas to all but the intrepid sailor willing to test his balsa wood Kon-Tiki against the mighty Pacific. But just as I know my next approach shot will hit the green next week, I know there are people brainier than I attacking the H1N1 influenza and they could be right -- saving lives and enriching investors.
Kev (yes, in his megalomaniacal certainty that it’s all about Kev, he is referring to himself in the third person) is adding Novavax (NVAX) to the portfolio at $2.03. This Rockville, Md., company reported encouraging results from its virus-like particle (VLP) vaccine in mice and ferrets dosed with the 1918 Spanish flu virus.
I’m no scientist or lover of rodents, and this is obviously a speculative roll of the dice that only the lonely should play, but I’m buying into it for now.
PALM, F, AMD, DDR remain as well. This is no bear market rally. Obama’s competence becomes more evident every day, and markets are responding.
Don't know much about the NBA, but Bulls-Celtics series is terrific. Derrick Rose sunk me in last year's NCAA championship game. Maybe he'll make up for it in Boston tomorrow like he did last night in Chicago. The Bulls will win outright.
Meanwhile, taking Dunkirk in the Kentucky Derby tomorrow. Hopefully, some horse’s behind (there are a bunch of them) won’t get in his way.
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