Postcards: Cross Country Weather (And Risk)

Shrimp, oysters, club soda, and a deep dive into bond term premia before the market closes on Monday.

Dear Fellow Expat:

Two days ago, I said there was nothing like October baseball in Baltimore, Maryland.

However, my recent trip has reminded me of my high school years and the few years I spent here after graduate school.

There’s nothing like October weather in Maryland.

I spent the weekend in Brooklynville, MD, about five miles from where I grew up. The corn harvest is ending. There’s a crispness in the air – carving through whatever humidity remains with a knife.

It’s good for the blood (but maybe not for the knees when the rain kicks in). This is cross-country running weather. The sun is still warm, but the breeze is cool, and it feels like you’re running your hands and face through a stream.

I used to run cross country in the fall in preparation for lacrosse season in the spring—long miles… with nothing but my thoughts and the ability to take a minute and ponder the world.

It’ll make you homesick if you let it.

There is only one thing left to do before I head home.

How about a dozen shrimp…