'Sucker's Rally' 

The sustainability of the financial system is a huge concern. Great wealth has already been lost. But what's to come next? On April 21, 2009 the Associated Press printed comments from Nouriel Roubini, a well-known economist and professor at New York University's business school, and former adviser at the U.S. Treasury Department. He is one of the few experts to foresee the current global crisis before it happened. His take on future market conditions: "A recent 'suckers rally' in stock markets would fade as the U.S. economy continues to wither and the financial system suffers unexpected shocks. For people who say there are green shoots, I see only yellow weeds frankly," Roubini said. "It's not a true recovery. It's just a bear-market rally, it's a suckers rally."

http://www.cnbc.com/id/30319868/ 

Article... We Learned a New Dance By Maxine Marsolini

(Shortened for Marriage Partnership, Summer 2008,
"That Thing That We Do" p. 7)

Life as a remarried couple reminds me of dancing. Without knowing the right moves, things break down fast.  Fortunately, for my Charlie and me, we have always shared a love for dancing. Our tango began in the mid-seventies when the catchphrase of the day was—if it feels good, do it.  We agreed with that slogan and often spent an evening dancing at a favorite club bathed in thousands of rainbow-colored sprinkles from a bright shimmering disco ball high above the dance floor. The room’s ambience, a table for two, a slow candlelight dinner, fun talks and swaying together felt so right. In those hours, the world gave way to just the two of us having fun. The day we married, the disco duo quickly became an erratic line dance of seven—five children and us. 

Looking back now, thirty-two years later, we had foolishly believed we’d always be in step with each other, that love would be enough to keep our new family on a happy course. Our wedding day, a second for me and a third for my husband, should have clued us in—dancing into a ready-made family isn’t easy. The five children, two of mine and three of his, all under age nine, were with their respective other parent for the weekend.“Don’t tell the kids about our plan,” Charlie said, swearing me to secrecy. “Let’s elope. We’ll tell them when we get back.”“OK, Honey,” I said, moving past a pang of hesitation to the prospect of the two of us coming home married. His idea seemed to keep everything simple and uncomplicated.