Really, what’s in a name?  Aren’t we all searching for that one great (stupidly easy) accomplishment that rockets us off into that galaxy of immortals?  Look through a history book and you’ll find a list thousands of characters who are known for something they could never have predicted.  Edison’s goal wasn’t the lightbulb.  Get more examples…  If so many great souls are known for things they didn’t want to be known for then what do we aim for in our existence?  Do I follow my normal path just hoping that someday I’ll happen on one of the greatest moments in history?  Did Abraham Lincoln know as a child that every child from 1864 on would have his name along with Gettysburg Address drilled into their dreams?  Is it fate?  If I recreated Lincoln’s life, every second of it, would the measure of greatness be the same?  Would I take a place in history books?  Trick question.  Either answer brings you to the same conclusion; fate governs all.  Now I bet at least half of you are rejecting this idea right now.  At least 10% of you extreme conservatives have logged off altogether.  At least hang with me through the introduction.

I am Something Caulfield.  Real name?  Of course not.  Why Caulfield?  I like Catcher in the Rye and the characters of history have names far more eloquent than my own.  This is my journey to that stupidly easy great accomplishment (if any exists) complete with the day to day bullshit.  I hope it’s not too boring.