Fame and Fortune Aren’t All They’re Cracked Up to Be

When I was young(er), I wanted to be a rich and famous novelist and harmonica player. I was going to buy a VW microbus and wander around eating whatever I wanted. Write my next book on an electric typewriter. Buy whatever CDs I felt like listening to.

Dreams change or die. Mine fizzled out for a few decades, but now I’m back, chugging along down the fame and fortune highway. I wonder where it will lead this time.