BALTIMORE – In southern Italy, on New Year’s Eve, people used to throw things they no longer needed out of the window.

This allowed them to start afresh, without the impedimenti of the past getting in the way.

In Germany and Austria, the Feast of Saint Sylvester on December 31 is marked by bonfires… dancing… and drinking.

We decided to combine these observances into one this New Year’s Eve.

Debt Bubble

Where you are, of course, depends on where you’ve come from and how you got there.

The present always owes the past for that journey.

But just as it’s hard to set out on a new love affair or a new bar tab until you’ve settled up on  the last one, so it is hard to begin a new year with last year’s bills still unpaid.

The world now has $225 trillion of debt, including $60 trillion of government debt. And overall, global debt has grown by about $60 trillion over the last seven years.

In the U.S. alone, investment-grade corporate debt has now reached $6 trillion – up $2 trillion since the financial crisis hit. And household debt is back up to an average of nearly $100,000 – close to the level it last reached in 2007.

Someday, much of this debt will go up in smoke. But that is the public world we left behind 10 days ago – the world of guesswork, myth, statistics, and headlines.

And if you don’t mind… we’re going to edge our way back into that world slowly.

Today, we’ll stay in our private world.

Solid Ground

On Christmas Eve, we packed up our laptop (it got its longest rest in many years; we turned away completely from the world of email, Twitter, and the news cycle), loaded up the truck, and headed off to the country… back to where we came from. 

That is where our feet stand on solid ground. No more wondering what Donald Trump will do or how the stock market will react. No more worrying about the effect of a stronger dollar on U.S. exports… or how a higher oil price will impact consumer price inflation.

Instead, we have other things to worry about.

Here at the Diary, we advise readers to obey the law in all of its asinine majesty. We obey it, too, unless we can get away with something. And thus begins our tale…

Down on the old farm in southern Maryland, we are in our element. We set to work on Christmas Day: A pasture was tidied up… trees were pruned… a roof was fixed.

But not without risk. We mashed a finger moving lumber… a hand was burnt in a fire (more on that in a minute)… a foot was caught among the pedals as we fell off the tractor.

(A daughter remarked, cruelly: “Dad, people get thrown from horses all the time, but you’re the only one I ever heard of who got thrown from a tractor.”)

We finished renovating the guest house – an odd, earth-sheltered, solar-heated “Hobbit house” – in time to receive the grandchildren. Then, our attention turned to cleaning out the old barn in preparation for another repair.


You never know what you will need or when you will need it.

A scrap of plywood. A crooked bolt. An electrical cord with a missing plug. As soon as you throw it away, you will find a use for it.

So instead of throwing them away, the farm implementa of decades past were deposited into the barn.

Our plan is to rebuild the foundation, supplementing the large telephone poles upon which the structure rests with concrete footings and 8-inch cinder blocks.

But to do so, we need room to work; we cannot ring in the new without first wringing out the old.

First to go were the remains of a chicken house close to the barn. Wet and slippery with slime and decay, it was knocked down and pushed into a pile.

Then scraps of wood – though they had been kept like heirlooms for many years – were heartlessly cast on top.

The county permits outside fires of no more than a cubic yard; we were already way over the limit. Still, like a man cheerfully headed into sin, we chucked more and more combustibles on the heap – an old set of stairs… a pile of half-rotted two-by-fours… boxes… doors…

“Might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb,” he says to himself.

Out with the errors and miscalculations of the past, the detritus of many years of building projects – broken fence boards… nail-encrusted posts…

And what’s this? A pile of reclaimed framing lumber from our old garage in Baltimore; we didn’t want it to go to waste!

Everest of Trash

Little by little, day after day, the barn grew emptier and the pyre grew fuller.

Then, an idea: We would take advantage of the many young hands back for the holidays to make light work of pruning the apple orchard. But what to do with the hacked-off limbs and clipped-off suckers?

Onto the pile, of course…

By now, the mountain had grown so tall, we had to load it up using the bucket of the tractor. And by New Year’s Eve, we had an Everest of trash… and a box of matches in our hands.

Your editor dumped a quart of gasoline on the sodden timbers near the base of the pyramid. He struck a match, intending to touch it to a piece of newspaper. An improvised “paper trail” would lead to the gasoline-soaked wood, giving him time to make his getaway before the conflagration began in earnest.

Bad idea. He did not know it, but the gas fumes seemed to have collected in the very cavern which he had chosen for his paper and his match.


The gasoline exploded, knocking your editor back and sending a flash of flame out in all directions. His hand singed, he nevertheless had the presence of mind to remove the gasoline can from the proximate area and to remove himself to a distance at which the fire could be admired without risk.

And what a fire it was – flames shot up 30 feet in the air. If any feds charged with suppressing illicit bonfires had been cruising the airspace of southern Maryland, they certainly would have spotted it.

Heck, in the clear, blue night sky, this was a fire that could be seen from the Moon, if an observer had been on lookout there.

But it was a holiday. San Silvestro’s day. No polizia appeared. The past was tossed onto the flames. The future lay ahead.

Happy New Year!





Market Insight


Does hiking interest rates damage your wealth?

It’s the question the number crunchers at the Credit Suisse Research Institute asked in their recent annual note.

They wanted to know what effect interest rate hikes had on stocks and bonds going back to 1913, when the Fed was set up.

And they found “significant statistical differences” in stock market returns between periods following interest rate rises and periods following interest rate cuts.

As you can see from the chart above, in periods of rising rates, annualized stock market returns, after accounting for inflation, were just 2.5%.

In periods of falling rates, inflation-adjusted returns rose to an annualized 10.3%.

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Bill’s missive about the fakiest news of the 21st century has gotten Diary readers thinking… and not everyone sees eye to eye with Bill.

I get that you believe there is an actual objective or hard reality. The problem is that no human has such an actual reality. Even what we perceive as being objective truth is still tainted with what we wish to believe… even in the face of evidence to the contrary.

Fake news? Is there such a thing? How about real news? Is there such a thing?

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