Dispatches from the Front Seat
Just when we were settling into a schedule, something you could rely on, yours truly caught a spring travel bug and hit the road.
That’s great news for your correspondent. From the top Portuguese fare of Newark to the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, the bureaucratic charm of Albany, the colonial eccentricities of Providence, and the sizzle of heels and headphones in Manhattan, the miles and memories are piling up for this man from Japan dusting off his English.
What it’s not great news for, however, is a consistent publishing schedule.
For a while, market reports will appear on a schedule of their own, to go along with that mind of their own you’ve come to know and, if not love, at least greet with a bemused nod. Some might show up in the morning. Some not at all. Then one might flutter back into your inbox like that persistent pigeon who keeps bobbing his head into our metaphors.
It’ll all be worth it, as this financial flâneur refuels the mind with madness, just in time to regale Kelly Letter subscribers at our Manhattan Meet and Greet on May 4.
From behind the wheel, gazing over the hood—and hopefully not missing my exit—I’ll be in touch with all the regularity of roadside diner hours and construction zone speed limits.
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