My nephew is a freshman in high school. Apparently, the freshmen have to tell their guidance counselors what they want to do with their lives.
He doesn’t know. And why should he?
I didn’t have a clue until I thumbed through the course catalogue at UMass, saw “Communications Studies,” and thought “that looks easy.”
Anyway, this led to a spirited discussion (fueled by spirits) about what he should tell his guidance counselor.
Somehow we worked our way to goat herder, when the obvious struck my brother and me at the same time.
My brother: “Astronaut.”
Both of us: “President of the United States.”
Some things never change.