For decades, Art Cashin, UBS' director of floor operations at the New York Stock Exchange, would write a New Year's poem to reflect back on the year's events. With Cashin's passing earlier this month, his sons, Arthur and Peter, sent this homage to their father:
Some Other Cashins' Comments: An Homage Presentation
December 30, 2024
by Arthur Cashin III and Peter Cashin
In 2024,
Wall Street stopped in fear.
No more annual poems
without Arthur here?
My brother and I
said, «Let's give this a try,»
but with one precondition,
there would be no AI!
Genetics or environment,
we share his same vice.
So, we joined our feeble minds,
while marinating some ice.
Paris hosted the Olympics
and chose to begin,
by having the opening
float down the Seine.
A container ship took out
the Francis Scott Key.
The world wondered if Putin
did same to Navalny.
The ruler of Syria,
al-Assad is now gone,
but in Ukraine and Gaza,
the wars still carry on.
'Round most of the world,
incumbents lost reelection.
Here in the U.S.,
45's now 47.
Wall Street continued
its historic bull run.
And with the help of Wegovy,
the world lost a ton.
Taylor Swift can go home.
Eras came to an end.
But only on the field
did Travis' knee bend.
Boeing's labor strife
paused the 737.
They also left two astronauts
between here and heaven.
Some finance greats are
no longer among us.
We lost Jim Simons and
HD's Bernie Marcus.
We lost the deep bass
Hollywood counted upon.
The voice of Mufasa
and Vader is gone.
The choir of angels
got a whole lot better
now that Cissy and Whitney
are singing together.
Arlo Guthrie's old muse,
she has a new haunt.
Alice Brock is in heaven,
at a new restaurant.
Toby Keith and Kristofferson
climbed that heavenly stair.
Now jammin'