Prattman Cave

I’m on a tear, reorganizing my office and the space that I suppose should be called the media room. Going through many long-buried things, I was reminded that I used to make DVDs.

Remember when the music and movie industries were so concerned about recordable media? They were convinced that people burning their own CDs and DVDs would destroy their businesses forever. Now, they couldn’t care less about physical media.

Bond-Age

Trump will still be president when I have to start dealing with the Required Minimum Distributions for my IRA CDs. Where will those post-tax withdrawals go? I’m considering T-bills and notes for shorter-term interest, and perhaps bonds for when I’m gone. With that in mind, I’ve been following the bond market.

Ol’ ’55

We’ll never have a president who was born in the Fifties, but now there’s an American Pope. He was born in September, 1955? In Chicago? Hey, me too!

A few of the important questions for him start with, was he a Beatles fan? Did he read comic books and have a crush on Angela Cartwright? And what about the influence of not only A Charlie Brown Christmas, but also It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?