I'll quibble with you there, Bigey. There are all types of people, some of those types have done all kinds of things. When I'm dead and buried, I hope no one knows by my haircut or my manner of dress whether I was a Jet Pilot, a Freightdog, a penniless philosophy student, a Marine, a cab driver, or a political radical. I've been all those things, and I hope I have many years to become more things. More than anything else, I do not want to become someone whose life can be summed up in an easy cliche. That's a short sentence (if you'll pardon the expression) for a life. If my beer and cigarette diet doesn't catch up with me first, I suspect that some passer-by would mistake me for a middle-class nobody in his casket. And that's ok, because, in my personal opinion, what someone thinks about you when you're dead is worth about what someone thinks about you when you're alive. Which is to say, nothing.