Fool. . . But before scampering back into the forest, motley coat streaking between sunlit birch and maple, bells flashing, he stopped. I know it well enough. I know it. And he disappeared, but not without one last cry of laughter about market-direction anxiety relative to all the other ways we put ourselves at risk.
Some precedents are precedents.
At least with stocks, a crash comes and goes. I couldn't stop him before he shook off into the shade. There were one or two bright spots. I'm sure he'd have emphasized them. No news today on Gap that I could find.