A moment of fame
I think that being famous is overrated. In a world where things are transactional I have met very few truly famous people. Unless of course they were in disguise. I have met no Prime Minister or member of the royal family or even a famous politician or musician or athlete. Wait, there was that one time when Gordie Howe gave me an autograph. But he didn’t know my name and I had to be told his so it really was nothing. As for famous musicians, none have ever come to my door and my door was always open to them if they had. Perhaps I am just an unknown. Although I would like if you ever meet a famous whoever that you check to see if they know me. Coming at it from the other direction if you will. What does really show is that I am not likely to be invited to see the man who is richer or the man who is famous or the man who has done more for humanity than anyone else. Do they realize what they’re missing? I have however been to a few places where things are famous. I saw those faces carved into a mountainside and I saw a large ship go by in the night. Those count for something. And once I saw a famous airplane. You see we all pick our moments and our places to be. Never underestimate what you have accomplished. And I have read books and seen movies and listened to recorded music that involved people who have achieved their moment in the sun. We cannot choose where we will go in our lives. Wait. I can choose where I will go. I just will keep that limited. A factor of time and budget. And maybe, tomorrow someone will come by just after the moment they become famous. I will hold that in anticipation.
