I fancied myself a university professor steeped in the depths of obscure philosophical argument while mentoring pliable young minds.

Another fantasy was being a jazz pianist. Not a Monk or a Hancock, just some guy in the corner in some cool bar like Jack from The Fabulous Baker Boys.

With just a twist and a turn I might have been either of these especially the piano man as I can play a bit. No, not Monk or Hancock. But Jack Baker? Maybe just.

In the absence of reality, when arranging songs for Debbie I get to be Jack for the day and to play out my pretence. Stuff like that gets me through.