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[Hank's Mail]Like Fools on April Fool¡¯s Day

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Dear all,


Good Friday morning!

April Fool¡¯s Day is celebrated in many countries on April 1. On this day people enjoy the liberty to poke fun at friends, enemies and neighbors by committing hoaxes and other practical jokes on them, or by sending them on fools' errands to embarrass the gullible.

In the late 1990s, the famous Mexican fast-food chain Taco Bell announced that it had bought Philadelphia¡¯s Liberty Bell, a historic symbol of American independence, from the federal government and was renaming it the Taco Liberty Bell. Outraged citizens called to express their anger before Taco Bell revealed the hoax.

Then-White House press secretary Mike McCurry was asked about the sale and said the Lincoln Memorial in Washington had also been sold and was to be renamed the Ford Lincoln Mercury Memorial after the automotive giant. His remark sent news reporters into stitches.


On the same day UBS disclosed another huge write-down of $23 billion. However, shares of the rumor-stricken Lehman Brothers and UBS rallied and so did other financial stocks. The announcements both banks made that they were close to raising fresh capital with no hiccup were seen as a sign that investors did not give up on banks. The announcements also solidified people¡¯s hope that the worst of the credit crisis might be over as if the news of the huge write-downs were an April Fool¡¯s joke.

Is the U.S. financial crisis nearing an end? Are people¡¯s hopes well-grounded assumptions or just wishful thinking?

Unfortunately, there¡¯s no sure sign that the real economy has gotten out of a recession tunnel. Rather, Ben Bernanke, the U.S. Fed chairman, admitted for the first time that recession is possible. And the IMF managing director Dominique Strauss-Khan said, ¡°The global expansion is losing momentum in the face of what has become the largest financial crisis in the United States since the Great Depression.¡±

History tells that there always have been several false rallies in any bear market, and that¡¯s what we¡¯re embracing. Further, a Morgan Stanley report of Tuesday concluded that investment banks face their worst crisis in 30 years, surpassing the 1998 financial crisis and the 1987 stock market crash. More importantly, underlying problem of illiquid securities such as the still remaining sub-prime debt after the latest write-downs, Alt-A mortgages and monolines are not addressed.

I am terribly sorry for telling you about just gloomy stories but, get real! Don¡¯t be fooled like fools on April Fool¡¯s Day.

Good weekend, you all!

Hank

[A Father¡¯s Heartfelt Words]

My 23 year-old son, Dan, stood in the doorway, ready to say goodbye to his home. His rucksack was packed and ready for the journey. In a couple of hours he was going to fly out to France. He was going to be away for at least a year to learn a foreign language and experience life in a foreign country.

It was a milestone in Dan¡¯s life, a transition from school days to adulthood. When we were to say goodbye, I looked closely at his face. I would like to provide him with some good advice that would last longer than just here and now.

But not a sound came over my lips. There was nothing that broke the silence in our house by the sea. I could hear the sharp cry of the seagulls outside, while they circled over the ever-changing and roaring surf. Inside I stood motionless and silent, looking into my son¡¯s green eyes with that penetrating look.

I knew that this wasn¡¯t the first time I let such an opportunity pass me by, and that made everything even more difficult. When Daniel was a little boy, I followed him to the bus on his first day in preschool. I felt the excitement in his hand that held mine when the bus came round the corner. I saw the color spread in his cheeks when the bus stopped. He looked at me - just like he did now. What¡¯s it like, Dad? Can I do it? Will I do all right? And then he boarded the bus and disappeared. The bus drove away. And I hadn¡¯t said a word.

Some ten years later, a similar episode took place. His mother and I drove him to the university where he was going to study. On the first night he went out with his new friends, and when we met the next morning, he threw up. He was sick with glandular fever, but we thought he had a hangover.

Dan was ill in bed in his room when I wanted to say goodbye. I tried to come up with something to say, something that could inspire courage and self-confidence in him in this new era of his life.

Again the words let me down. I mumbled something like "I hope you¡¯re better, Dan." Then I turned around and left.

Now I stood in front him and recalled all the times when I hadn¡¯t made use of those opportunities. How often has that not happened to all of us? A son graduates or a daughter is married. We do what has to be done at those kinds of ceremonies, but we don¡¯t pull our children aside to tell them what they have meant to us. Or what they might expect of the future.

There was one chance I didn¡¯t miss, however. One day I told Dan that the biggest mistake in my life was that I had not taken a year¡¯s sabbatical after I graduated from university. I could have traveled around the world, because I believed that was the best way to get a deeper insight to life. When first I was married and began working, the dream about living in another culture soon had to be shelved.

Dan thought about it. His friends told him it was crazy of him to put off his career. But he quickly realized that it probably was not that bad an idea. And after he graduated from university, he worked as a waiter, a messenger, and an assistant in a bookstore, so he could make enough money to go to Paris.

The night before his departure, I lay twisting and turning in bed, puzzling about what to tell him. I couldn¡¯t think of anything. Maybe, I thought, it wasn¡¯t really necessary after all. Seen in the perspective of an entire life, how important is it that a father tells his son what thinks of him deep inside?

But when I stood in front of Dan, I knew that it really did mean something. My father and I were fond of each other, and yet I have never felt sorry that he never expressed his feelings for me in words, that I didn¡¯t have a memory of such a moment. Now I felt my palms becoming moist and my throat draw together. Why does it have to be so difficult to tell your son what you feel? My mouth was dry, and I knew that I could only say a few words.

"Dan," I finally stammered out, "if I had the choice myself, I would have chosen you."

That was all I could say. I was not sure he understood what I meant. But then he stepped towards me and put his arms around me. For a short while the world and everything in it disappeared, there were only Dan and me in our home by the sea.

He was about to say something, but my eyes welled up and I didn¡¯t catch what he said. I only noticed his stubble pressing against my face. Then the moment was over. I went to work and a couple of hours later, Dan took off with his girlfriend.

It all happened a while ago. I think about him when I walk along the beach. Many miles away he may be hurrying across Boulevard St. Germain, strolling through the halls of Louvre, or having a drink at a cafe on the left bank of the Seine.

What I told Dan was clumsy and commonplace. It was nothing. And yet it was everything.

[What Should They Say?]

Three buddies die in a car crash, and they go to heaven to an orientation.

They are all asked, ¡°When you are in your casket and friends and family are mourning upon you, what would you like to hear them say about you?¡±

The first guy says, ¡°I would like to hear them say that I was a great doctor of my time, and a great family man.¡±

The second guy says, ¡°I would like to hear that I was a wonderful husband and school teacher which made a huge difference in our children of tomorrow.¡±

The last guy replies, ¡°I would like to hear them say, ¡®Look! He¡¯s moving!¡¯¡±

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