Ben Stein

Labor Day Monday There was a day last week in Sandpoint, Idaho, when I realized I was in Paradise. I…

Monday Another insanely late day getting up. This time I was awakened by a real estate agent ringing my door…

FRIDAYWow. big day. I got up, carried ancient Brigid down the stairs to her preferred spot, then carried her back…

Wednesday Another day, another crash. I don’t like it, as Mister Horse used to say on “Ren and Stimpy.” No,…

Tuesday“Free breathing restored!” as my pal, Phil DeMuth, says. The markets have rallied, staving off fears of impoverishment for a…

“What the heck is happening?” That keeps racing through my head as the world’s markets crash and a staggering wave…

TuesdayI have been reading about fiscal policy under Ronald Reagan in my father’s splendid book, Presidential Economics. What I have…

Saturday “Re-entry is hard,” as my pal, Phil DeMuth, says about returning from vacations. Amazingly hard this time because someone…

Wednesday A beautiful day in Sandpoint. The sky changed all day from blue to dark gray and then to blue…

Friday Morning EarlyCatastrophe. As I was racing down Beverly Boulevard to Fox to appear on Cavuto on Business, my phone…