The Sunday Market Page -- Nothing About The Bakken -- February 21, 2021

The Texas Dairy Queen, 2021, the recent unfortunate event: this is the movie I'm watching. 

Logistics: local grocers opened again on Thursday, about three days ago. By the time I got there, much was sold out. The grocers tossed out millions of dollars of refrigerated and frozen items. Shortages everywhere. I bet everything at the grocer will be back to normal by Wednesday this week, if not sooner. 

Due to overwhelming demand, the blog will now have a "market blog" on Sundays, to help investors (and traders) get ready for the new week.

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Bubbles:

Inflation: an investor's dream, from The WSJ:

Link here.

JPM:

Small business under Biden, no gulag experience, but a person of color:

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My Alma Mater

I hope these folks know how fortunate they are. This is absolutely incredible. What I like best: no fancy lettering, no fancy logo, simply "USC."

Sing, Sing, Sing, USC Marching Band At Trafalgar Square
Tusk

Looking back on my life, I find it absolutely amazing I was accepted by USC for my graduate studies; absolutely amazing. I wish I could repay them what they "gave" me. My four years cost me absolutely nothing, a full scholarship including room and board. Had it not been for USC, I would not have met my Hispanic-Japanese wife. Had it not been for USC, I never would have seen the best of California during the best of times. Wow, it was a great period in my life. I still remember the first Trader Joe's. My roommate introduced me to southern California.

If I had to connect the dots, how I got from there to there, these are the dots:

• first grade: leading my group in a drawing of an igloo; a group project;
  
• second grade: the most beautiful teacher in the world, Ms Priebe, who unfortunately married while I was a second grader;
• fifth grade: Ms Ghandi, who I never knew was something other than Norwegian, despite her name and her dark skin;
• high school: Ms JoAnn Ashmore, my mentor; Mr Del Easton, my nemesis; Mr Olson, my idol (think "John Wayne")
• Augustana College, Sioux Falls, SD
• my mother, sending me a clipping about medical school scholarships
• USC

Interestingly enough, the Air Force did not enter into this in the same way as the other "dots" did. I can't explain that. The USAF was incredibly important but it seemed to be a "vehicle" but not much else. By the time I was in the USAF, my moral compass was set, set by the "dots" listed above.