It’s been a busy summer, and most of it has been self-inflicted. I’m writing six cases for my HBS class when I probably should have attempted one or two. But I’ve learned this about myself: I am happiest when I’m very busy. I think the curveball was a family funeral that was surprisingly uplifting. But
One of the benefits of being older (and, on some days, feeling old) is that I’ve seen a few market cycles: the 1987 crash, the first Gulf War in 1990, the dot-com bubble and crash, 9/11, and the 2008 Great Recession. When these market dislocations happen, I get concerned. But, I don’t panic. Financially, I
When the air turns brisk and the leaves here in New England turn into a mélange of brilliant orange, yellow, and red, my thoughts turn to food. Recently, I dug out our bread machine from the basement and have been making fresh bread. The machine does all the work. You put in the wet and
Summer is a time for vapidly empty weekend schedules, oppressive humidity and asphalt streets that almost steam with resignation from heat that is almost cruel. Today was that kind of day. I found myself with nothing to do this Saturday, with the family out of town, enjoying internships, camp and assorted travels here and there.
We have a winter storm coming. Schools are being dismissed early, and my Board meeting today will be a call. If you’re contemplating cooking dinner, might I suggest braised short ribs? Last Sunday, I was early at the grocery store and saw that they had both boneless and with-the-bone beef short ribs. Together, they make
I took an UberX from the airport last week, and my driver was awesome. He was from Georgia, the country that straddles Europe and Asia and which used to be part of the Soviet Union. I asked the driver, Irakli, if he missed Georgia. He said he didn’t, except for the food. Soon, we started