Anthony Chan
Bio
Chan Economics LLC, Public Speaker
Chief Global Economist & Public Speaker JPM Chase ('94-'19).
Senior Economist Barclays ('91-'94)
Economist, NY Federal Reserve ('89-'91)
Econ. Prof. (Univ. of Dayton, '86-'89)
Ph.D. Economics
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Stories (304)
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When Paradise Pushes Back
For years, Diamond Head overshadowed my visits to Honolulu like an unfinished promise. The volcanic crater stood tall against the Hawaiian sky, a reminder of something I admired but never managed to conquer. Each trip, I would pause at its base, looking up and imagining the view from the top, picturing early risers making their way up its winding trail. Still, I always stayed below, telling myself I wasn’t ready—maybe I wasn’t in shape for such a climb. It had become my secret bucket list challenge, tucked away in the back of my mind like a silent dare.
By Anthony Chan6 months ago in Fiction
A Voice Without a Face
Paul had always battled sleep. Each night, he tossed and turned, his mind a flickering projector of unfinished tasks, missed deadlines, and "what ifs" that marched in endless loops. His bed, rather than a sanctuary, had become a battleground between rest and racing thoughts. On this night, however, something felt different.
By Anthony Chan7 months ago in Fiction
I Know What We Will Not Be Doing Next Summer
Every summer for the past twenty-five years, like clockwork, the four of us—Anton, Jean, Marjorie, and Webster—came together as if the calendar demanded it. Whether it was a lazy picnic under the oaks in Prospect Park, a dinner crawl through old haunts in Manhattan, or a grilled feast in someone’s backyard, summer had a rhythm, and that rhythm pulsed to the beat of our friendship.
By Anthony Chan7 months ago in Fiction
The Virus That Stole My Breath—Twice
I never imagined a virus could push me so close to the edge. It started subtly last year — an itch in the throat, a few sneezes, and a persistent fatigue that I attributed to overwork or aging. I remember thinking, “Well, here comes another cold.”
By Anthony Chan8 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Never Spoke
Each night, the apartment falls silent, except for the faint hum of city life beyond the windows and the occasional creak of old pipes. To most, these sounds are just the rhythms of an aging building. But to me, the sounds mean much more; it is my son, Tony, letting me know that he is forever by my side.
By Anthony Chan8 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the American Promise
History books often tell us what happened, but they rarely convey what it felt like. They list dates and treaties, acts of Congress, and wars won or lost. However, they often overlook the human struggle—the stories of those whose lives shaped America from the ground up but who were excluded from its promises. My father, Yiu Hon Chan, was one of them.
By Anthony Chan9 months ago in History
