Friends After All
Steve Abramowitz | Jan 30, 2024
FLAPJACKS IS LITERALLY on the other side of the tracks. The place is a throwback to the diners of the 1950s, when waitresses wore white aprons and took orders on little green pads, and where the red vinyl seats were cracked. Charlie and me. I’ve been meeting Charlie at Flapjacks for weekly pancake breakfasts since I partially retired seven years ago. I spot him in our back booth and slide in across from him. He’s staring at his iPhone like it was a crystal ball. “Charlie, what are you trying to find out? You’re not into individual stocks and your mutual funds don’t trade during the day.” “Hey, Steve, I’ve been checking on Windsor Fund’s closing price a lot lately. I’ve hardly even looked at it for many, many years, but my first required minimum distribution is coming around. I thought I should get familiar with it again before I do anything.” “Vanguard Windsor? Holy smokes, are you still in that thing? I told you about it 50 years ago. You must be a millionaire by now.” Charlie leaned over and gave me a high five. “I started putting in dribs and drabs in graduate school and then used it in my traditional IRA after I got that hospital job. Steve-o, you must have made out like a bandit—you got in even before me.” “No, not so, Charlie. Too many lunch-hour burritos at Schwab. I was a latecomer to the party.” “Why did it take us until retirement to become such close friends, Steve? We have so much in common—backgrounds, interests, profession.” “Charlie, you’re forgetting how I was front and center at the ethics review that almost got you suspended.” “Yeah, it’s still hard for me to go there. And there was something else, too. You knew a lot…
Read more » What’s In a Name: Do Index Funds Hold the Right Stuff?
steve abramowitz | Jul 31, 2024
Of the four advantages of index fund investing---cheapness, flexibility, tax efficiency and transparency--I had long thought the last to be the most straightforward to implement. Just define your criteria, find stocks that qualify for inclusion and remain fixed forever. But two weeks ago I found myself frustrated trying to reallocate my portfolio by size and position along the growth-value continuum using the ubiquitous Morningstar Style Box. Did the creators of our beloved indices not succeed in validly classifying stocks into their correct category? I soon became suspicious that all was not kosher in index-land. Many of you have probably diagnosed me as a Vanguard-phobe. But that’s only true to the extent of my envy of all you buy-and-holders who have far eclipsed the performance produced by my market antics. In the interest of fairness and reputation reclamation, I vowed that this time I would poke around Fidelity’s website to try and make transparency transparent. Readers of my last post may remember how we learned that neither Vanguard’s S&P 500 Index Fund nor the Total Market Index Fund is truly diversified. The S&P surrogate has no small stocks and its broader sibling contains only 8%. Not surprisingly, Fidelity’s two identical offerings follow suit. The mutual fund behemoth went one step further out of bounds, classifying none of the stocks in its International Index Fund and fee-free ZERO International Index Fund as small. In like fashion, only 4% of stocks in Fidelity’s Total Market International Index Fund are regarded as small cap. It turns out that stocks assorted according to size are for the most part categorized correctly. The large cap proxies are the S&P vehicle and Zero Large Cap Index Fund. Approximately 80% of each is placed in the large cap space, which passes for reasonable. The parallel figure for the…
Read more » Regrets, I’ve Had a Few
Steve Abramowitz | Jun 16, 2023
WHEN I WAS ASSIGNED a high school essay on business morals, I asked my dad if he knew of any books on the topic. “No, Stevie, I don’t. From what I’ve seen in New York real estate, it would be a very thin book.” For more than 40 years, that cynical quip has haunted me, coloring my view of rental real estate. I’m not emotionally suited to being a landlord. But I wanted real estate as a stock market diversifier—and I was drawn to the benefits of combining rental income with stock market dividends. Together, they would give me a passive income stream to pay for retirement even if Social Security in its present form were to perish. As seniors, the urge to reckon with our lives is a natural component of what’s colloquially called the “wisdom of old age.” Some of you may have already embarked on a journey of savoring the memories of your successful choices and regretting the ones that didn’t pan out. What about me? I’ve found myself reflecting on the moral tests I confronted during my years as a landlord. Lately, one particular transgression has been replaying in my mind. It’s a seemingly minor incident that happened when I was renting my first duplex in 1983. Its outsized impact on me may be attributable to the fragility of my budding values as an owner of small residential-income properties. I was a child of the Kennedy era of youthful exuberance and aspirations, and I fashioned myself as a humanitarian landlord. Faced with a moral dilemma, I imagined myself adjudicating with enlightened fairness and sensitivity. But I soon learned how my worries about financial success could corrode my integrity. I had already rented the two-bedroom side of the duplex, but—after it had sat on the market for…
Read more » A Sporting Chance
Steve Abramowitz | Sep 30, 2022
WANNA BET TOM BRADY has the real golden arm? I’ll take the other side of that wager. At the Borgata Casino in Atlantic City in 2009, Patricia Demauro's golden arm rolled the dice 154 times over four hours and 18 minutes without losing. Yup, football is back and sports gambling is on a roll. Several states have legalized it, and many others are proceeding in that direction. My 35-year-old son Ryan, a math jock and sports fanatic, has already signed on. He’s found the adrenaline rush of gambling to be a welcome break from the demands of teaching high school and coaching basketball. I was concerned about the well-known nightmares of sports gambling, so it was a relief to learn that Ryan was betting responsibly and managing to hold his own. Like other professional sports bettors, he’s developed a statistical model that discourages betting on intuition and hunches. Ryan and I speak often. He bounces ideas and tactics off his old man, a former academic researcher. As I learned more about his approach, I recognized it as eerily familiar. I had been a fervent options and individual stock trader when I, too, was in my 30s. I’ve become fascinated by the parallels between what Ryan is doing today to inform his bets and what I did when I was trading options and stocks. First, let’s take a glimpse into the machinations of the sports bettor. Assume the data suggest that the home court advantage in college basketball is exaggerated. Those who erroneously believe that a raucous arena necessarily dampens the performance of the visiting team will bet too heavily on the home team, and thereby skew the odds. The savvy sports bettor takes the other side. When I was laying bets on Wall Street stocks, I remember fortifying myself with…
Read more » Taking It Personally
Steve Abramowitz | Dec 29, 2022
DENNIS DEVOURED the computer screen with an intensity he usually reserved for his trading platform. He’d just arrived in Manhattan from St. Louis for an investment banking position he couldn’t refuse, and was hunting for a two-bedroom apartment. “These rents look like down payments,” he muttered to himself. But this was no time for complaining. Dennis checked his watch and turned on CNBC. It was the first Friday of the month and the employment report was due out momentarily. The numbers were good—too good—and risked stoking inflation. The Dow opened down 300 points and Dennis was bereft. He’d thrown a couple of thousand into the market before yesterday’s close in anticipation of a softer jobs report. He could only grumble, “More bad luck. Last week, it was the Fed, and now this. No matter what I do, I end up the victim.” Jasmine was up at 5 a.m. in Los Angeles in time to catch the employment news. She could barely squeeze in time for her yoga video and herbal tea. She, too, had added to her stock position the day before and was disappointed to learn of the stubbornly resilient economy. Jasmine threw up her hands and shrugged. She’d been mistaken before, but now she would turn a negative into a positive by buying a few shares on the weak market open. Jasmine had usually been able to look beyond her mistakes, and felt this time should be no different. Dennis and Jasmine are fictional characters, but I’m using them to illustrate a key point: Both had the same jobs information going in and yet such diametrically opposed reactions coming out. Dennis is disgusted, while Jasmine sees opportunity. What’s going on here? People differ in how much they believe they can influence the events of their lives. Folks with…
Read more » Money in the Middle
Steve Abramowitz | Mar 15, 2024
OUR COURTSHIP WAS both ripe with joy and fraught with tumult. One scene is emblazoned in my memory. Alberta and I had just finished lunch on the grass in front of the campus cafeteria. I was slumped over, exhausted by the frantic academic scramble to get published and disillusioned by the political intrigues. Alberta read my mood and rested my head in her lap, as she ran her hand softly through my hair. Schooled by my parents to keep an eye out for retirement and advancing age, I thought to myself, “This woman is strong yet gentle. She would be able to take care of me if need be.” The moment was prescient. I was soon blindsided by a devastating midlife depression that cost me a tenured and financially rewarding faculty position, and played havoc with my self-esteem. Alberta hung in there through 15 years that was characterized more by doctors’ appointments than fine cuisine and good theater. I’d been raised in a family where money matters were ceded to men. Although I knew Alberta’s own family was not wealthy, she was susceptible to the life of plenty promised by nearby Hollywood and had an uncle who for a time owned the Indiana Pacers basketball team. She was no stranger to money largesse and had many of the makings of my feared antagonist, the formidable princess. Alberta hadn’t done anything to cause me to doubt her responsibility with money, and yet I was terrified by the nightmare of ballooning credit card balances and gaudy jewelry. Fearing catastrophe to my supposed birthright as a man in financial control, I incredibly and insensitively presented Alberta with a homemade premarital contract. Alberta would agree to work at least half-time to “qualify” for sharing in our joint income. I proposed this outlandish arrangement even…
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