Author: Bernie Moscovitz

A friend of mine is a successful independent financial planner and an avid student of money and how it works.

I know, I know, but this is a different spring.

It feels as if we’re caught somewhere between the “Emperor’s New Clothes” and “Humpty Dumpty.”

Dear Mr. Former President Bush: On the day you left office, our local newspaper ran a cartoon that capitalized on your departure and the US Airways plane that had landed in the Hudson River several days before.

There are strange and surprising utterances coming out of the mouths of many Americans these days and they center on the billions-to-trillions in bailouts. “How come there are no strings attached?” is the overarching question. 

I drive a lot. I also pass St. Gregory the Great on highway 278 a lot and, at times, have had to stop and wait for literally hundreds of cars and thousands of people entering or exiting that church’s massive parking lot.

It’s 4:30PM on Monday, November 3. The election is tomorrow but our deadline for this first edition of the wonderfully and beautifully new Lowcountry publication falls before the results will be known.

Since the beginning, Lowcountry Weekly’s wonderful Editor, Margaret Evans, has given this writer carte blanche. That’s why this column is called “Standpoint”. It contains my opinions and my analysis. This one is an unabashedly proud endorsement of Billy Keyserling for the Mayoralty of Beaufort.

At the very least, this might give us all a chance to catch our breath while we roil in the eye of this perfect storm of an ugly, yelling, screaming Presidential election enveloped by a an economic and fiscal crisis teetering on a crisis of confidence.

Against the perfect greens and yellows of perfect French farms on perfect rolling hills along perfect craggy coastlines, they are starkly beautiful, these 240’ high white three-bladed windmills.