Looking Forward to "The John Club"

A darling friend of mine returned to town last night. She is my social circle’s Paris Hilton, except we love her, she has a job, and contributes to society. Yet, she’s still very Paris-ish.

In the course of conversation she talked about how her husband was in a quandary because he’d just been offered 87-million-dollars for the business he founded 13 years ago.

Actually, there was no quandary. He wasn’t interested in selling. He’s in his late 30’s, what would he do for the rest of his life if he sold the company?

Huh?

I’m not saying that money buys happiness, I do think it can buy plenty of things to keep you busy for the next 30 years or so.

But he likes his job!

So do I… but with 87-million-dollars I’ll never set foot in the place again. For 87-million I’ll forget I ever worked there. People will ask me, when they visit me at my Parisian apartment, what I did before I was rich.

“I don’t know.”

Part of my post-87-million-dollar life would include work as President and Supreme Commander of my philanthropic organization. The John Club will send under privileged kids to college and seek better treatment and a cure for Alzheimer’s. I’ll also be like that guy who used to write the column in the paper, and read letters from people who want money, and if there’s something about their letter that I like, I’ll send them a check.

(Don’t send your requests just yet… my tax refund isn’t enough to help anyone)

I actually have an idea for an internet venture. I don’t think it’s an 87-million dollar idea, but it might be worth something. Until last night I didn’t have a clue what to do with the idea, but listening to Paris talk about her husband, whom I do like a lot, I realized he might be about to help me.

I’m sure he gets all sorts of stupid ideas sent to him… but mine isn’t stupid.

And I’m not worried about him ripping me off.

If he’s willing to blow off 87-million, because he likes what he does, I don’t think he’s going to steal my 50 cent idea.

If the name of this blog becomes The John Club, he helped me score. Then you can start sending me your wishes.