Leo Epstein: “Most likely to become a billionaire recluse a la Willy Wonka.” This is what I was voted in my high school yearbook. Although, now that I think about it, to be “voted” this title seems highly unlikely, and my guess is that the 2003 yearbook editor took some very generous editorial liberties in these pages.
I had forgotten all about this until I was organizing my closet last weekend, when I came across my old yearbook. Most likely to become a billionaire recluse a la Willy Wonka? What in the hell did that even mean? How had I merited such a weird future? And while the billionaire portion of the prediction seemed cool, the thought of living a solitary life in a uniform of top hats and velour tuxedo jackets wasn’t what I had in mind. This designation—was it a compliment or an insult? Keep reading »



















