Black Monday... A crisp, cloudless, blue sky day in southern New England. One of those rare, truly lovely days that when they come along, one retains fond memories of years later.
I had stayed home to work on a paper. As usual, I was writing at the kitchen table with Boston's PBS radio station on for background sound. Intersperced with the classical music (morning) then musical show tunes (afternoon--Oklahoma and Carrosel that particular day) were blow by blow accounts of the market plunge.
When the market finally closed, I put on a jacket, went outside, and stood on the porch for maybe 15 minutes looking around. A doe was at the edge of the woods. It was so peaceful; the stock market plunge seemed so alien, so unreal compared to the loveliness of that day.
After dinner some friends called to ask, "Are you alright?" I remember exactly what I replied, "Yes, I have my health."
I didn't sell anything. Everything--including CPQ--came back.
Lynn |
