Tuesday, July 21, 2026

"As Good As It Gets?"

 When I think of the phrase “as good as it gets,” I don’t think of Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt in their wonderful movie of that name, I think of how lucky I am to be married to the woman I have been for sixty-two years, to have the three children we do and their spouses, and the ten grandchildren they have produced. (The photo, taken a couple of years ago, are of Caroline and me and our ten grandchildren.)

Nevertheless, Jamie Dimon’s comment struck a chord. We are living at an incredible time. So much has gone well, with opportunities rising, but so are the risks that we may be getting over our skis. Life is never a smooth road. Among the bumps, there are twists and turns. Be prepared and stay alert. And don’t lose focus on what is most important in your life.   

 

Sydney M. Williams



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Thought of the Day

“As Good As It Gets?”

July 21, 2026

 

“It’s getting close to as good as it gets.

We just don’t know how long it will last.”

                                                                                                    Jamie Dimon, CEO & Chairman JPMorgan Chase

                                                                                                    July 14, 2026

 

Jamie Dimon made those comments after his bank’s record-breaking quarter. But his observation may have wider applicability, for the stock market in particular. However, trying to time the market is, generally, a fool’s exercise. Nevertheless, perspective is important, and Mr. Dimon’s comment resonated with me.

 

And I do worry about other factors. Have we crossed a fiscal, political and diplomatic Rubicon? Our federal debt – $5.7 trillion in 2000 – has soared to $38 trillion in 2025, while unfunded federal obligations now approach $88 trillion according to the Cato Institute. These are burdens placed on future generations. I worry about leveraged ETFs and “prediction markets,” which, according to Pew Research will grow from $51 billion in 2025 to an estimated $240 billion in 2026. They are simply a form of gambling, and I worry about what that says about young participants. I worry about the rise of nationalism, anti-Semitism, retributive politics, populism, protectionism, and the return of “great powers,” with China dominating the Pacific region, the U.S. controlling the Western Hemisphere, and with Europe, Africa and the Middle East being up for grabs. And I worry about today’s polarized politics and the ascending interest in socialism.

 

And being older, with a diminishing runway ahead of me, I do worry about financial markets that have been so generous over the past decade and a half. In the seventeen years since the stock market’s[1] bottom (March 9, 2009) following the 2008 credit crisis, the DJIA have provided a compounded annual return of 13 percent, roughly double the long-term average. Does that mean we are at the end of a long-term bull rally? I don’t know. In August 1982, the averages were lower than they had been in 1967 when I became a stock broker. That August saw the start of a bull run that ran through January 2000, and which saw the DJIA compound annually at over 16 percent[2]. However, ten years later, in January 2010, the Averages were ten percent lower. 

 

Perhaps there is further to run, but I suspect returns over the next ten to fifteen years will be less exuberant. That does not mean one should avoid stocks; it does mean that one should be more selective and, perhaps, lower expectations.

 

I don’t want to sound too pessimistic, because we live in a time of dramatic technology change. Artificial intelligence is revolutionary. While I am somewhat of a Luddite when it comes to technology, it is my belief that many older industries – despite disruptions that will be part of the process – will benefit from AI, in ways we cannot anticipate. Productivity gains will help corporate margins and benefit shareholders. Like the Industrial Revolution in the 19th Century, the proliferation of consumer products in the 1920s, the invention of the integrated circuit in the early 1960s, and the evolution of the internet in the 1990s, we are living through a time of disruptive technological change, which if the past is guide will add jobs, provide economic growth and improve our lives; but it will also be disruptive, as change always is.

 

There are cycles to investing, and a few people may be good at market timing, but most are not. Markets rise and fall, but over the long term they have done well. One should never become too greedy and assume higher than average returns will persist. On the other hand, one should never become discouraged by bear markets that may last a decade or more. The secret to successful investing is dollar-cost-averaging and the magic of compounded returns, lessons I wish had been learned years earlier. It is the magic of compounded returns that make 530A IRAs (Trump Accounts) so attractive, especially given that parents can contribute up to $5,000.00 annually. The accounts grow tax deferred until the child reaches eighteen. Perhaps a new generation of Americans will come to appreciate capitalism? 

 

As long as our political system allows us to be free to innovate, and if taxes and regulations are not too onerous or restrictive, and debt is manageable, we should be fine. I am reminded of these lines from Rudyard Kipling’s 1895 poem “If:” 

 

“If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

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If you can dream and not make dreams your master,

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If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it...”

 

So, is this as good as it gets? To be honest, I cannot answer the question. If we speak of bank earnings or the stock market, perhaps. But I am no seer. If we speak of the economy, I suspect fewer tariffs, less regulation, lower taxes and a focus on debt and deficit reduction would help. Politically, I hope this is not as good as it gets. But as regards my family and friends – wife, children, in-laws, grandchildren, and those in my social orbit – I cannot imagine life getting better. 

 

 




[1] In writing of the stock market, I use the Dow Jones Industrial Average, as I have the daily closing prices going back to January 4, 1915, thanks to Laszlo Birinyi’s Book of the Dow. Since 2012, I have tracked the DJIA’s closing prices. Other indices, such as the S&P 500 or the NYSE Index, may be more reflective of the overall market, but this is what I have. 

[2] Keep in mind, that period included October 19, 1987, a day which saw the DJIA decline by 22.63%, the largest daily percent decline in its history. Reasons for the speed of the decline are generally attributed to computer-based models providing ‘portfolio insurance.’

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Saturday, July 18, 2026

"What Day Is It?"

 I am always amazed that so many of our American youth fail to recognize how good is the life they have. Is it perfect? Of course not. Is it fair to all? Again, of course not. Our nation is – and always has been – a work in progress. But we all have choices and opportunities, which many people in other nations do not have. And we all have responsibilities, to ourselves and to others. When we look back at the lives of our parents and grandparents, the ease and comfort of our lives is something they could not have foreseen. Innovation and progress are bi-products of those fortunate to live in a capitalistic society, in a nation of laws, governed by men and women chosen by the free people who live here. 

 

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Enough sermonizing, however. As I get older, I find myself increasingly interested in whimsy, thus the attached essay. The photograph is of a deer who recently visited our daughter and her family in Rye, New York. Lying next to a tombstone carved by my mother a hundred years ago for one of her dogs, the deer – perhaps Bambi’s mother? – is unconcerned as to what day it is.

 

Sydney M. Williams



 

More Essays from Essex

“What Day Is It?”

July 18, 2026

 

“What day is it?” asked Pooh.

“It’s today.” squeaked Piglet.

“My favorite day.” Said Pooh.

A.A. Milne

                                                                                                        From the 1999 direct-to-DVD video

                                                                                                         “Sing a Song with Pooh Bear”

 

A few days ago I was speaking with an old high school classmate about the title of a whimsical essay I was pondering: “What Day Is It?” He told me that his wife, upon awakening on the first morning of her retirement as Chief Justice of Colorado’s Supreme Court, asked the same question. It is one many of us ask when relieved of the harness of an occupation.

 

Time is a funny thing. Retired, I can lounge in a chair, listen to birds sing as clouds float by, wondering what’s for dinner and thinking I have all the time in the world, which at 85 I do not. Yet there are atomic clocks, which are used with defense systems, and for bank payments and stock trades, etc., that must coordinate with other atomic clocks and must be accurate within 100 millionth of a second. And we retirees are indifferent as to what day it is!

 

Like Alice in Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass, I am confused. The White Queen speaks to Alice on rules about jam – that we can have jam yesterday and jam tomorrow, but not today: “It’s jam every other day; today isn’t any other day, you know.” It is confusing! Tomorrow, today will be yesterday! 

 

When working, I had a routine. The alarm would go off at 5:00am weekday mornings. After ablutions, I would drive to the station for the, roughly, forty-five-minute trip to the office. I always knew what day of the week it was. I had to. Monday was a fresh start, a day of infinite possibilities. Thursday was Friday in disguise – you could taste the oncoming weekend. On Saturday, I could sleep in. 

 

Now, in retirement, there is no need to sleep in, because I did so yesterday. One has time to consider momentous questions. For instance, why are there seven days to a week? Why is Monday called Monday and Wednesday, Wednesday? According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, it was the Roman Emperor Constantine who established, in the 4thCentury AD, the calendar we use, one based on the same seven celestial bodies used by the Babylonians 4300 years ago – the sun, the moon, and the five visible planets.

 

But do I really care that Sunday was named after the sun, or that Thursday was named after the Nordic god Thor, the counter-part to the Roman god Jupiter? No. When someone asks me, what day is it? I answer: it’s a day that ends in a “y.” 

 

“What day is it?” It isn’t yesterday, and it’s not tomorrow. I am reminded, once again, of Lewis Carroll and Father William: “Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?/ Be off, or I’ll kick you down-stairs!”

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Monday, July 6, 2026

"When You Loved Me," Beatriz Williams - A Review

                                                                 Sydney M. Williams



Burrowing into Books

When You Loved Me, Beatriz Williams

July 6, 2026

 

“All is well.”

                                                                                 When you Loved Me, Beatriz Williams

Beatriz’s love of plays-on-words, knowledge of history and enthusiasm for mystery have made her novels best-sellers. In this, her fourth set on fictional Winthrop Island is strengthened by her familiarity with football, a function of four years as a manager of Stanford’s football team when she was a student.

As in all her stories, this one takes place along different time periods: the winter of 1717, the summer of 2012, and a dozen years later.

Cotton Mather, the colonial minister, referred to the four storms that struck New England over eleven days, between late February 1717 and early March, as “mighty a snow as perhaps has been known in the memory of man.” Beatriz brings color to that storm and its consequences in her depiction of Hephzibah, her sister Beulah and Beulah’s husband Silas Winthrop, and their relationship with the pirate Ned Ramsay and his shipmate Dr. Elliott. (Pirates did, in fact, raid islands off the coast of Connecticut to secure food and water.)

The heroine of the story is Lucy Cooper, who we meet in 2012 when she is eighteen. She spent summers on the island where her family lived on the “decayed” Cooper estate, site of Beulah and Silas’s home, and where a treasure reportedly is hidden. That summer of 2012 she meets and falls in love with Ben Ressler, a football star and classmate at Dartmouth of Sedge Peabody. His sister Laura, Lucy’s best friend, is also in love with Ben. The Peabody’s live on the Summerly estate, next door to the Cooper’s. (To help untangle the various families, Beatriz provides a genealogical table.) Sedge’s and Laura’s grandmother, Emelia Winthrop Peabody is a descendant of Beulah and Silas.

The heart of the story takes place a dozen years later. Her father, Boswell Cooper, has died mysteriously; so Lucy returns to the island after an absence of a dozen years, with her seven-year-old daughter Elise, known as “Punkin.” Her mother, Blythe, divorced from Boswell, had moved to France and then to England. Lucy is a 30-year-old widow when she returns. Ben, as we learn in the opening pages, had been playing professional football and is involved in a fatal accident. He is back on the island working as a caretaker at ‘Summerly,’ where his friend Sedge Peabody has given him a place to stay, away from the paparazzi.

Beatriz has a knack for connecting different time periods – a romance in one era is reflected in another – and for creating an exciting read. Whether it is a football game, a confrontation with pirates, the rescue of a swimmer, or describing a high school girls’ basketball game, the pages keep turning.

In this story, the most endearing character is “Punkin.” She is cute, alert, caring, precocious and out-spoken. I am sure we will read more about her in the future.

All is well.

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