Pity for the Rich and Famous

Yes, pity. Sometimes, when I'm watching Cribs or The Fabulous Life..., I think, man, I wish I could live like that. What would I buy, where would I live? I wish I could build a $200,000.00 tree fort for my kids. And so on and so forth. But then sometimes, like yesterday, when I'm doing something that I love, I feel sorry for the rich and famous. I have an old, beat up, riding lawn mower and we live on ten acres. We mow down about two of those acres and make paths through another two or three. And I love mowing the lawn. It's so loud and takes so long you can really get some good thinking in. I scream and sing at the top of my lungs. I enjoy the nature around me. I enjoy my solitude and my thoughts. And I think, I'll bet the rich and famous never do this. Poor, poor rich and famous.