Professional stock investors know little about bonds and vice versa I suppose. Yours truly has to be included in that mix but that doesn’t stop me from trying.

I, however, like all Kens, have always had a firm grip on the remote for 100% of the time but I decided to let her have her way just once.

Before you say “not me” to Matthews’ jewel of introspection, you should know that at some point(s) in your life you probably did – want to be someone else. So did I. As a matter of fact, since my early 20’s I’ve always dreamed of being a rock star.

I’m not sure where I’m going these days.

There are lots of “total return” bond funds these days, almost a half century since I innovated the concept in 1987.

"Carry on!!" was the gruff but oh so welcomed command screamed at me by Marine drill Sergeant Jo Quinn Cruz in October of 1967.

There are eight global mountaintops scaling 26,000 feet or higher, including Mt. Everest, the most famous of them all.

I didn’t start the fire.

A high school reunion can be a revealing thing.

I’m finding that expressing an opinion or telling a joke in public company these days is most dangerous to one’s reputation, not that my past dustup with a Laguna Beach neighbor over Gilligan’s Island or planting a stink bomb going out the door in my ex-wife’s toilet haven’t sealed the deal for me already.

The travails of the “rich” have always been something of a spectator sport.

The GameStop/Reddit wolfpack plan of herding shorts into a self-destructive, short-covering frenzy seems to be failing for several primary reasons.