The Greatest time of our Lives

Growing up I always wanted to be someone else, other than me.

I always imagined being born before the turn of the Century, why? The world of artists and writers of the 20th Century lived in Paris, wrote, painted and lived among one another.

Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, Cole Porter, Alice B. Toklas, Josephine Baker, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Pablo Picasso 

Does this all sound familiar? Of course...Woody Allen's 'Midnight in Paris' Owen Wilson's character is ME..I wanted to be among these artists before Woody Allen wrote this screenplay. 

When I read another parallel of me in the universe I wanted to be Ernest Hemingway and be his muse, then I remembered he married and divorced all his muses!  When I devoured Gertrude Steins work, I realized, I wasn't crazy about her. I thought F. Scott Fitzgerald had a crazy wife and he lived to party!

So another parallel of me will never be these wonderful, writers and artists. They were just like you and I, but their problems were larger than life, because of who they were.

I think I'll write the novel of the century one day and an art piece that dazzles, it may not be during the greatest Century of our time, but it will be in my time...I'll just dream about being in their company for a day or two and wake up.