Wasted Lives

Earlier this summer Ms. Barbara and I attended the medical school graduation of her niece, the Lovely Allison.  McGill in Montreal.  She's Canadian when she needs to be. Anyway, 140 young docs, each one smarter, better looking, and (according to the program and speeches) more committed to social justice and progress than the next.  Awesome, and really quite a bit humbling, given how I spent my life.   Anyway, in line for wine and sandwiches after the parade, I fell into conversation with the man next to me and mentioned that the ceremony made me feel that perhaps I had misused my talents.  He looked at me, horror written on his face, and said, "I'm a banker!"