COFFEE & BISCUITS

As children we used to ask each other “What do you wanna be when you grow up?”  Well I am still asking that question.  Economist is just one of the answers.  There are too many:

I want to be Gene Kelly, jumping onto the lamppost with the umbrella, Singing in the Rain,
I want to be Sheryl Krowe, hugging my guitar and writing on the lines, Singing First Cut is the Deepest,
I want to be Robert Lucas, christening the world with my insights, My mind swimming in a lagoon of ideas,
I want to be one of the 3 Musketeers as in Alexandre Dumas’s book,  Disengaging and Lunging at my worthy opponent,
I want to be JK Rowling, scribbling my novel in the cafe, my characters being part of me and being as real as it gets
I want to be Indiana Jones, walking across mystical sites in my fedora hat, my hand a hard grip on the whip.
I want to be Ellen MaCarthur, sailing solo across the world unaided, returning in triumph waving firecrackers at the entrance of the harbor.
I want to be Patricia Barber, her fingers flying across the white and black keys, music from her piano blending mythology with songs.

I want to be a scuba divist that has explored caves and holes where nobody has stepped foot on.

There is so much I want to be.