Are You Sure You Want to be Famous? - a podcast by Roy H. Williams

A friend rotated my brain toward the subject of fame.

He aimed my eyes in a new direction when he said, “Do you remember that thing you sent me 10 or 15 years ago?”

I gave him the same blank look that you would have given him.

He continued, “It was that thing Leonard Pitts wrote about being ‘the Man.'”

I recovered it from the Random Quotes database at MondayMorningMemo.com, handed my phone to him and told him to read it out loud. When he was finished, we laughed together like two little boys who heard someone fart in church.

Here it is:

“I’ve got nothing against fame. I’m famous myself. Sort of.

OK, not Will Smith famous. Or Ellen DeGeneres famous. All right, not even Marilu Henner famous.

I’m the kind of famous where you fly into some town to give a speech before that shrinking subset of Americans who still read newspapers and, for that hour, they treat you like a rock star, applauding, crowding around, asking for autographs.

Then it’s over. You walk through the airport the next day and no one gives a second glance. You are nobody again.

Dave Barry told me this story once about Mark Russell, the political satirist. It seems Russell gave this performance where he packed the hall, got a standing O. He was The Man. Later, at the hotel, The Man gets hungry, but the only place to eat is a McDonald’s across the road. The front door is locked, but the drive-through is still open. So he stands in it. A car pulls in behind him. The driver honks and yells, “Great show, Mark!”

The moral of the story is that a certain level of fame — call it the level of minor celebrity — comes with a built-in reality check. One minute, you’re the toast of Milwaukee. The next, you’re standing behind a Buick waiting to order a Big Mac.”

– Leonard Pitts, January 14, 2008

There is something about laughing with a friend that soaks into your heart and redirects your thoughts.

I woke up the next morning thinking about fame, and how easily it comes and goes.

I thought about Bill Cosby and Jim Bakker and Jimmy Swaggart. And then my computer told me “Joe the Plumber” had died. Remember Joe the Plumber? He became a celebrity in 2008 when he asked Barack Obama a question. We learned later that his name wasn’t Joe and he was never a plumber, but his perspective resonated with a lot of Americans.

And then it hit me: Andy Warhol was a painter, but what we remember about him was his colorful comment about each person receiving “15 minutes of fame.”

I could feel the freight train of curiosity gaining momentum in my mind, so I had to quickly decide whether to grab a handrail, swing aboard and see where it would take me, or spend the rest of the day regretting having missed the chance.

I didn’t want to live in regret, so I grabbed a handrail and was yanked off my feet into a noisy, rattling railcar.

When my eyes had grown accustomed to the dust and the half-light, I found the following 19 statements carved into the wooden walls of that railcar. These statements were signed by Marilyn Monroe, Johnny Depp, Erma Bombeck, Tony Bennett, Emily Dickinson, John Wooden, Gene Tierney, Jack Kerouac, George Michael, Eddie Van Halen, Sinead O’Connor, Fran Lebowitz, Michael Huffington, Lord Byron, Arthur Schopenhauer, Michelle Pfeiffer, Clive James, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Davy Crockett.

But not in that order. I’m not going to tell you who said what, because I don’t want your reactions to be influenced by your memories of those people.

“Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.”

“Fame is the thirst of youth.”

“Don’t confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other.”

“Fame comes and goes. Longevity...

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