AMBITION by Louis Jenkins
One of the good things about getting
older is that no one asks anymore "What
are you going to be when you grow up?" Or
later on, "What do you do?" Questions for
which I never had a good answer. Nowadays
everyone assumes I'm retired, and that I
have no ambition whatsoever. It isn't
true. It is true that it's too late for
me to become an Olympic champion swimmer
or a lumberjack, but my ambitions are on
higher things. I want to be a cloud. I'
m taking some classes and have a really
good instructor. I don't want to be a
threatening storm cloud, just one of
those sunny summer clouds. Not that I
won't have a dark side, of course. I'd
like to be one of those big fat cumulus
clouds that pass silently overhead on a
beautiful day. A day so fine, in fact,
that you might not even notice me, as I
sailed over your town on my way somewhere
else, but you'd feel good about it.