Julia Roberts. Tastes differed. Joe wanted to live in Shaker Heights.
Tom wanted to live on Beacon Hill. Everyone wanted a Porsche.
Charlie had a satisfactory marriage and his
kids were doing all right but he was not satisfied with his lot. "There's
more to life than this," he would tell his wife on certain occasions.
"Like what, hon?" she'd reply, and he'd be forced to say, "Oh, I don't
know." Charlie had always daydreamed about having millions and millions
of dollars and the woman of his choice. He daydreamed before he fell
asleep at night and when he woke up in the morning and during the
commercial breaks in the football games, and sometimes he tossed a
football around with the kids.
After the layoff Joe hadn't worked for a
year. He'd had to sell the house in the divorce settlement and had
used up most of the equity. He felt betrayed and brooded a lot. He
needed those millions of dollars and the woman
of his choice to get his life back on track. Otherwise he thought
he might do violence to himself.
Tom also daydreamed about winning millions of dollars but had always
thought it might come at the track or the card table. He spent a lot
of time reading the scratch sheets and looked like a jockey himself.
Tom knew the contest was a swindle. All contests were swindles but
you entered them anyway. When he was a kid he'd had a post office
clerk standing by with his stamp in the air in one of those earliest
postmark radio contests and still he'd lost. The experience had soured
him. Until then he had believed in his dreams.
People won all kinds of prizes in America but the big prizes were
hard to get. Everyone wanted them, so the competition was fierce.
Some people said they didn't care if they didn't win because there
were more important things in life than being rich like honor and