If you could wish anyone to accompany you on your morning commute, the first day of high school, the first day of university, the first day on the much-coveted-but-still-intimidating-job, the first time on the front lines, the last night in your own home, the only time you’ll ever be backstage at the Academy Awards, the only time you’ll ever have an all-access pass to a Super Bowl, or on a trans-Atlantic (or Pacific) flight, whom would you select?
Your best friend? Your paramour? Your lawyer? Your favorite college quarterback? A matinee idol? Qui, qui, qui?
Maybe you’d just love to be elsewhere or you’d like elsewhere to find you.