Monday, February 16, 2009
Sorry, the Bank is Closed
As I always do on a federal holiday, I go check my mailbox and wonder why there aren't any letters. I nearly always compound that by feeling that it's a great time to go to the bank, and then wonder why the parking lot is empty and the doors are locked. Yes, I've done this an embarrassing number of times.
I figure if you can be amused by your own mistakes you'll never run out of material.
But as I contemplate what's going on in capital markets around the world, which wakes me up at 3am from time to time, I wonder if the Bank Closed sign will be there on some other day, perhaps for real. Sobering times. We do what we can.