I have been fulminating for years now about Harvard, and was happy to learn about Michael Kinsley's long ago household affiliation there. I was never headed for Harvard, but years later, learned that a high school classmate of mine, female from Homewood Floosmoor Community High School -- served Harvard as a Deputy Admissions Director for Undergraduate candidates for more than 20 years. Imagine that?

Maybe that's the difference between those of us destined to become rich, and us also-rans in the Middle Class, at best: the rich folks learn how to take advantage of their connections, learn how to make use of other people, learn how to jump on an idea and "own" it, learn how it can be so true, to say, think, know and act out the Maxim: "Where there is a Will, there is a Way."

I am relearning my social skillsets, by community networking online. I might have grown up more socially perceptive, dynamic, charming or effective. As it happens, this InterNet social retro-Training will have to do for me now.

It worries me, that I seem to be less well socialized, the older I grow, despite all the media and InterNet and cell phones and redesigned workplaces. I worry about the Great Divide between the Books and Reading Culture of my early years of life, and this Governmentized, Corporatized, Bureaucratized, modern era

When I was a kid, children played freely all day long. Nowadays, that is unthinkable in America. There is something quite wrong in that change, but I cannot place my finger on what went wrong. I was quite self-directed in my reading as a boy. I find myself wondering if the same books I read as a kid, are even available to children nowadays. Nothing is more politicized, it would seem to me, than a public school textbook.

Ah, maybe there we have it, the reason Michael Kinsley and I are searching for the success of the Rich and Smart Harvard folks. Maybe it was not per se their Harvard education. Rather, it was their highly effective private schooling before they ever reached Harvard. The ability of private schools, to focus on the student as a person with an autonomy and inner directedness, which every two year old can teach it's mother, but which seems such a hard lesson for public schools and religions to learn, explains the later success in life.

By that explanation, I should be a rich and recognized Smart Person, right along with all those other successful folks with whom Michael Kinsley and I shared our age cohort.

Why am I not? I plead, "Special Case" because when you move to the Republican run, underdeveloped, Environmentally idealized State of Maine, a backward place run by a few elite families which State has not moved forward economically or progressively since World War II ended, you find that Maine's tourism motto, "Come for a Visit; Stay for a Lifetime" really means, "It's Macon County Line time, Folks; You have just crossed the Rod Serling Boundary into the Twilight State of Maine, from which there is no escape." Probably the same feeling people get, when they cross into the District of Columbia.

So to close, I would suggest that instead of bequeathing their millions to foundations or estate lawyers or good causes or alma mater or unappreciative progeny, those rich and smart among us, should bequeath their money to me. They say the first million dollars is the hardest, and I have to say now, that I believe them. However, the experiment of giving me a million dollars to work with, might prove quite surprising, in it's results. I suppose that in lieu of a bequeathal, I should finally sit down and write a 120 page business plan, and gain a few hundred thousand to a 1/2 million or so in financing, to work my will upon the landscape. For example, did you know that it was my idea, shared with Ray Kroc as a boy, that created McDonald's Restaurants? It's true. Later, I recognized the potential for the cell telephone industry, and said so. I missed out on a whispered stock tip about Walmart and Sam Walton, because the Ben Franklin Five and Dime store chain Mr. Walton had originally built, was mentioned. (Also because I had no money to invest at the time, and forgot all about Walmart until many years later, almost until I worked there as a Cashier in 2006.) I fed Madonna many of her ideas during her superstardom. Right now, I am "Long" on Hilary Duff and Utada Hikaru. In fact, it was my idea that Hilary Duff was an investment "gold mine" back when she was still with Disney/ABC. Saved Disney from bankcruptcy years ago, with my ideas. I enabled Black Hollywood by getting Harold Washington, a respected predecessor and mentor to Barack Obama, elected Mayor of Chicago. It was also my idea that Hilary Clinton run for Senator from New York. It was also my idea that Mitt Romney run against Ted Kennedy for Senate, and then for Governor of the State of Massaschusetts. It was my idea that Ronald Reagan would make a good U.S. President. I got two libraries built in Portland, Maine, and one Airport and one Civic Center built in Manchester, New Hampshire. I came up with the careers of Matt Damon, Liv Tyler, and Happy Gilmore -- I mean, Adam Sandler. I created the ideas for the movie trilogy blockbusters Batman, Jason Bourne, and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. I came up with the business idea that the RFID chips were worthy of financial investment, and launch into the marketplace, by way of WalMart and suppliers. I christened the twin Companies Verizon and Genuity with my own verbal coinage. And that's about it. Why belabor the point? I am a good investment, at least until the senility kicks in. Plus, I am of your generation, you Baby Boomers out there who are Rich and looking to give it away somehow to save the Planet. You will save the Planet, by saving me. Those other folks, they don't think like you and I do. I can get the job done. Which reminds me to thank all my former employers, for leading me to realize that working for them is not the formula for success I always thought it was. Even when I come up with the idea for a new Company, like Plum Choice, the middle managers turn around and kick me out the door with a flourish. This latest American Managerial Snafu just occurred yesterday. It just goes to show you that smarts are even more rarely found in your middle managers. Why trust your companies to them, when you can have me running things and carrying the ball for you? I am Mister Idea Man, and My Ideas REALLY WORK. Ergo, Invest In Me.