I woke up this morning ready— —to pack my imaginary bags, claim my imaginary keys to a sunny little Florida condo overlooking a golf course, and establish the kind of forever endowment that would letThe Zebra Press, Alexandria’s beloved source for good news and community storytelling, coast proudly into the future on a cloud of financial security.
Because, as you might know, I am an eternal optimist. Eternal. Relentless. Borderline delusional most days, especially when jackpots approach a billion.
But then… reality…