This decade managed to go ten years, feel much longer, provide no return in the financial markets, and go unnamed. Was it the “double ohs?” The “zeros”? The “naughts”? We weren’t making any money, you think we all could have gotten together and named this past decade. In 1972 (oh, crap, I’m quoting stuff from 38 years ago?) there was a song titled “A horse with no name.” Comedian Richard Jeni mocked the song’s title. “You’re in the desert,” he said. “You got nothing else to do. Name the freakin’ horse!” This is how I feel about the past ten years. I’m trying to look at the bright side, the next decade can only be better, right? Unless, of course, that whole 2012 prophesy comes true. In which case I’ll be even happier I didn’t convert to a Roth IRA.