Where She Stops Nobody Knows
From time to time I toss a few dollars into the ring and wait for the lottery numbers to be drawn. I wonder what I’d do with the new and sudden wealth. Stuff ranks low on the totem pole of extravagance. We would likely travel to faraway lands and pocket the experiences that might make it to the page if we’re so inclined. That age-old game of closing your eyes and spinning the globe until your finger comes to a stop on a new place would become our favorite monthly hobby, unless it’s the North Pole in January – then we bend the rules and spin again.