A Black Swan

Well, #Brexit went from being just yesterday’s dog’s breakfast, all the way to a full-fledged black swan today. The markets cratered. I got a text this morning from the Perma-Bear, “You stock-market timing guru. Be sure to let me know when the relief rally will start.” You see, I shorted #Brexit, so to speak. I withdrew extra money from our savings, as a precaution for what actually occurred. Now, we can afford to wait a while, before we have to go back to the well. Hopefully, I withdrew enough to weather this financial storm, because old Alan Greenspan and at ninety he is really old was saying this morning that #Brexit is “just the tip of the iceberg”. He could be right, but I’ll be monitoring the situation, because the next shoe to drop could be #Departugal or #Czechout or #Finish or even #Byegium.

Enough of this gloom and doom, because today is Forest Park’s 140 birthday. Anne and I rode in the park this morning, before the day heated up. We got Anne to within striking distance of her mileage goal for the first half of the year and we’ll get her across the finish line later this weekend. We attended the park’s birthday party at the visitor’s center. Forest Park Forever hosted it and the celebration featured an acoustic band, speeches (naturally), lemonade and cupcakes. The cupcakes were really good.

We voted today, for the August primary election for state and local offices. I voted Democratic and as I have already written, Chief Wana Dubie was on the ballot for US Senator. I did not vote for him. Neither did I vote for Young, Bill Clinton or MD Rabbi Alam, both of whom were running for Secretary of State. After voting, it being well past lunchtime, we headed over to Southwest Diner and got a really good parking spot, only to find that the place had closed at two. We went to the Bottleworks instead and split a soup (really chili) and salad combination. They really hit the spot. I also had a pint of their newest concoction, Coconut Crème Ale. It was both smooth and sweet.