I tell him I’m a lawyer, hoping he will then ask if I’m fulfilled. Maybe he’ll get me talking about some secret interest of mine and suggest a change in careers. If I was someone who liked to bake, for instance, he’d encourage me to open a cupcake shop in his quaint little home town. If I was an artist, he’d convince me to start selling my work and he’d have a studio on his property that I was free to use. But I can’t paint, and baking seems like a waste of time, so I’m counting on Tad to come up with something better.
