Now, this is my kind of prompt.
I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. The song’s been stuck in my head since this morning when I read the question.
The truth is, if I had a billion dollars, I’d buy me a house.
I’d tithe and see if there were pressing needs I could meet.
I might buy a truck, because mine’s a 2011, but I don’t know if I’d get really fancy.
Power windows, power locks, a backup camera, upgraded radio and keyless entry are the most amenities I’ve had in a vehicle.
Every key fob I’ve had has broken from my key ring so I unlock the door the old-fashioned way most of the time.
Once the vehicle was taken care of, I’d hire a financial advisor and invest.
Then, I’d have fun.
I’d travel everywhere I’ve ever wanted to go, and add more to my bucket list along the way.
I’d lose enough weight to hop a mule ride to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, look up and then I’d mail a postcard to be carried to the top by mule train.
I’d go back to Canada, mostly just to get the Canadians to stamp my passport since they were stamp stingy when I went to Niagara Falls.
I’d go back to South Dakota to see Wind Cave National Park, since I missed it when I went to see Badlands, Mount Rushmore and Crazy Horse Memorial.
I’d go to the Holy Land.
I’d go to Normandy and stand on Omaha Beach at sunrise.
Then I’d make my way to Utah Beach and remember Walter “Speed” Nichols, who parachuted inland of the beach on D-Day and was one of the most memorable people I interviewed in my time at the newspaper.
If I had a billion dollars, I’d go everywhere, man, and then I’d go home to my new house.