Still on Wall Street we climb the wall of worry, inexorably higher, creeping like a vine up the side of a building, seeming to defy the laws of nature and what “ought to be”. Its a market, like the vines on a building, that creeps higher at an intolerably slow pace, seeming to do most of its growing out of sight and mind.
Like the forests of Mt. St. Helen’s after the last eruption, tiny shoots of green give way to a new growth forest, in a wasteland which looks as if it couldn’t ever support life.
Can anyone imagine a scenario where an apparent […]