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BB King turned 80 today. I’m glad he’s still with us, still making music. When asked by NPR why he hadn’t retired, he said this: “I have a job I love. I’d do it for free if someone would pay my rent. Don’t tell the promoter that.”

A lot of the musicians I love have died in the last ten years: Sinatra, Junior Wells, Barry White, Ray Charles. It’ll break my heart when BB goes.

I have a confession to make. I’m jealous of Prince Harry, and not just because he gets kissed by Spice Girls and has lots of money and probably goes to better parties than I do. Or has a yacht. And will never have to pay a utility or mortgage bill. And can go do charity work in Africa before jetting back for dinner at an exclusive restaurant in London. What I’m really most jealous of, besides the palaces, sports cars, expense accounts, TiVo, and the ability to contact famous movie stars on a whim, is the fact that he will be remembered.

Five hundred years from now, no matter how he chooses to spend his life, there will be paragraphs about him in books and other media about the history of the 20th and 21st Centuries. There may even be a biography. Children in British schools (such as the one I attended, King George V, in Hong Kong) will undoubtably learn his name in a long list of English royalty.

I on the other hand, will most likely be completely forgotten when the last of my grandchildren dies in a shabby nursing home on the back side of the moon. Only Mormon geaneological records will note the fact that I ever lived. I have now missed most of the opportunities to do the sorts of things that get one’s name recorded in the history books.

Except for bad things, of course. But I don’t want go down in history as, for example, the guy who snaps and gets shot while lobbing kosher pickles at the White House without any clothes on.

It’s just not fair. Prince Harry could even realize that the British royals exist for no other reason than to help England remain interesting, renounce his royal status and go to work as a postal clerk, and he would still get a paragraph in the history books.