Fifty is a good number. But where is the reality? The reality is possibly greater than zero. Possibly not. I am to blame, I think. I wish people I don't know, or don't talk to often, would tell me their honest opinions of me. All the ones who snubbed me in high school, or who continue to do so now, even though all I want to do is go back and watch the plays and concerts I used to love so much.