Davy Jones died.
I know that may not mean much to you, but he was an integral part of my growing up years. It was the Monkees. It was the transition to the 70s, and I was just a kid watching each Saturday morning as that zany foursome sang and schticked their way through a skimpy plot line. Of course, I had a crush on Davy.
When I heard of his death, my first response was “Ahhh…” and then a great sadness settled over me. After that, I just began smiling as I thought of those songs and my sweet memories of the teen heartthrob. Davy didn’t do much after the Monkees. That is, he stayed out of the limelight and lived a normal life — no big scandals, no bad boy behavior.
The Monkees didn’t change the world or add anything monumental to their “art.” They were just four fun and happy fellows who experienced a brief 15 minutes of fame. They didn’t even get rich off this gig, but they left a mark on one impressionable young girl.
And I thought of my own normal life. Each day I go about my business , hoping I am leaving a trail behind of warm feelings. Do I deal fairly with my customers? Do I conduct my business in such a way that matches my stated values? Are my students better off for having walked into my classroom? Do the people who disagree with me still feel respected when we part ways?
Unlike Davy, when I pass, it won’t make the news. Only family and friends will take note, but I hope for an “Ahhh…” followed by smiles. How terrible if the response were, “Good riddance!”
Great accomplishments and great wealth account for nothing when all is said and done. I’ll measure my success by the sweet, sad smiles I leave behind.
So, goodbye Davy Jones. You’ll always be my favorite Monkee. And I’ll keep striving for your same sweet ending. Just call me a daydream believer.
>> Nancy Lottridge Anderson, Ph.D., CFA, is president of New Perspectives Inc. in Ridgeland — (601) 991-3158. She is also an assistant professor of finance at Mississippi College. Her e-mail address is email@example.com, and her website is www.newper.com.