Every now and then I get this feeling that POOF I am going to turn into someone else – someone not much better than I am. Oh, no, more that that: Someone really grand and wonderful. This would be when the Indiana Jones music would start playing. But then I realize that is not going to happen and my mind sighs. Recently, however, it dawned on me that the suddenly becoming someone else feeling might not necessarily turn out to be an improvement. That is a little scary and I find perhaps it is better to stay with the AmeliaJake I know.
Still, maybe. . . with fairy dust . . . and a little push of some science not yet understood . . . I could be like Rose. Now, AmeliaJake, don’t be silly. There will be only one Rose: