Amos

You know a sure sign you're getting up there in age?

You don't recognize a single person who is newly famous.

All these famous people walking around I ain't never heard of.

And it's got me wondering if they are really famous or just fed to us by some algorithm that makes people famous.

This person is famous. Please act accordingly.

But I repeat myself.

Fame, money, power.

Of the three, I always considered fame the worst.

It's an interesting thing.

I bet.

To be known to everyone. 

Or a lot of people.

But the people only know the "famous" you.

They don't know you you.

But they act like it.

They believe they do.

It would be strange to meet people who think they know you.

Fans who bother you while you're eating a quiet meal with your family.

I remember a good friend of mine and I shared a meal at a local diner.

Years ago.

Decades.

And we're just minding our business when I suddenly look over and see Jerry Seinfeld eating with another person.

"Is that Jerry Seinfeld?"

"Yes it is."

"Should we send him a slice of cheesecake?"

"Yes we should."

So we did.

Two punk kids.

We asked our waitress to offer Jerry a slice of cheesecake, compliments of the table across the way.

He took one look at us, waved, and politely declined.

We left him alone after that of course.

We're not monsters.

But we thought we were hilarious.

I mean, free cheesecake sounds like a nice fringe benefit of fame, but I know it only gets worse from there.

My daughter jokes, Dear Lord, I hope it's a joke, that she wants to be famous.

But she clarifies:

Not big famous, Daddy [holding her hands out as wide as she can].

Just a little famous [holding her hands a few inches apart].

Out of the mouth of babes...

🍪

To little famouses.

Hey! Ain't you that fella that writes the musings column on the internet? Iterating?

Ahh, thank you thank you.

No speakee Engrish.

You buy cheesecake?