Friends. The really important things in life can’t be bought. (I know some will ask what about food, clothing and shelter? You could always sponge off a real friend, I suppose) But really, all the money in the world won’t do you any good if you’re whacko, in poor health or desperately lonely. I’d like Michael Jackson’s money, but I would not want to trade places with him to get it. What I never understood was what’s the big deal about revealing your age? I just turned 39 twenty-some years ago.
