Greetings.  I hope some day to be a close up in Cecil B DeMille's urn.   Chillax, bro'.  Kidding.  Did you ever want to be a member of an important person's entourage?  It's fessing up to being lower on the B list than Leon Trotsky, but it's better to  be seen with a famous person than to be seen with an unattractive pauper.  Being seen chatting with Leon, could, if happened,  be bad for a person's social standing.  

Okay.  I'm  a rut.    Warpage in the wagon wheels.  Goes with getting old.   The goal post widens across the field of vision.   The illusory peace pipe circles a game full of native spirits.    There remains infinite possibility of gratification.   Where success was formerly a word, pleasure hop-skipped-jumped into primacy.    Necessity:  secundo     Meaning:  tertiary.    I'm blithering.  Thanks for your patience.