Overheard on the way home from my run in the East River Park today: a little boy (I'd say five or six years old) talking to his mother about what he wants to be when he grows up. His top choices were:
1) baseball player,
2) poet,
3) music writer,
4) pet shop owner.
My kind of guy.
Someone I knew in high school recently told me that he works at a bank and makes $75,000 a year. I wonder what he would have said when he was that age.
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