Greenback wave

It's not about the odds; it doesn't matter if it's a billion to one. It's not really about the money, either; What do I do with two billion, five-hundred million pennies? It's about the dream. Being a winner. Telling the boss to shove it. I'm finally the chosen one, annointed by the random gods of chance, surfing the greenback wave. Taxes are paid, money banked, Now it's time to feed the wheel of Karma; I'd like two Powerballs, please, same numbers as last time.

I caught a teeny snippet of NPR this morning when my radio did its level best to wake me up. Some guy (in his very Ivy League voice) was saying, "I asked them if they knew the odds. They said it didn't matter, that it was only a couple dollars a week, and that they liked to play. 'But,' I said, 'Do you know the odds?'" I don't think most humans do odds very well. We know what we have to do in any given day, and we may have a general idea about where we're headed in life. But if we worried too much about the odds, we'd be walking or flying, but would never get in a car. We'd never try anything spectacular and fail abjectly or succeed beyond our wildest dreams. I say to heck with the odds. If you want something, go for it. If you don't get it the first time, go for it again. And again, if necessary. It's only a couple dollars a week. And it's fun.