There are, I think, two very distinct kinds of fame. One is a mostly desirable state of being: It gets you good tables at restaurants, a feeling of accomplishment, a pass through the lines of life in which most of us must wait, a captive audience for any topic on which you might want to pontificate, people at your funeral and the chance to make worthy someone's day, just by being nice to them for a moment. The other …
SOURCE: Chicago Tribune at 05:30PM on May 11, 2014