What does it mean to be lucky?
I have always been told I had a guardian angel.
I am not sure that I feel comfortable here.
Nor am I sure that I want to feel comfortable.
It reminds of a party I attended that was hosted by the law firm for which I
worked in Chicago. The firm rented out an entire country club for an
afternoon -- pool, tennis courts, open bar, the whole works. I invited my
friend Scott.
He pointed to the tall wall that divided the Club from the City.
"Becky, I cannot stay here." And he left. I felt bad.
And a couple hours later I received a call from the Law Review.
"All this ... can be yours."
The millionaires sit and sip mai tais on the
patios with Hawaiian music
crooning "cry for the people, cry for the land that was taken away" in the
background.
While their nannies debate which type of croquet to play.