I remember that call. The advice from that lottery official was sound. When you go to claim that gigantic prize, have your plan in place, and that includes bags packed and somewhere else to go. At least that gives you a head start on the mob.
Interesting that the winner who called Rush back in the 90s was getting two duffel bags of mail solicitations a week. In the age of social media, God only knows what the volume would be, both on-line and through the mail.
If I win, maybe I’d take a page out of Bill Murray’s playbook. He hasn’t used an agent in decades. Instead, he has an 800 number where people can call and pitch projects or offer roles. If he’s interested, Murray will call you back. If not, your voice mail goes down the digital hole. Could you imagine the calls if you posted the number without your name, and just the promise to listen to requests and proposals? The entertainment value would be amazing.
ExNewsExSpook wrote: “If I win, maybe I’d take a page out of Bill Murray’s playbook....”
Someone, somewhere will find your true number and post it on the internet.
ExNewsExSpook wrote: “I remember that call. The advice from that lottery official was sound. When you go to claim that gigantic prize, have your plan in place, and that includes bags packed and somewhere else to go. At least that gives you a head start on the mob.”
There used to be a columnist for a chicago newpaper, IIRC, Mike Ryoko, now deceased, who wrote two wonderful columns on lotteries.
Once he got a list of the last 20 winners of the Illinois lottery which was the biggie back then. All of these winners had stated an intention to return to work. He was able to contact about fifteen of their employers. Only one had returned to work. Took all of us co-workers out to lunch. They hadn’t seen him since.
The other column was a take off on that piece where he wrote about what he would do if he won the lottery. First he said he would never win since he didn’t have a sister in california. Seems like a very large number of winners said they would take two weeks off and visit their sister in California and then return to work. The column was a long letter to all his friends, relatives, and neighbors telling them not to contact him. His words to his wife were typical: “Get a lawyer. I have.” He ended the letter by saying his intent was to buy a yacht and stock it with bikni clad bimbos and sail away to Bimini.