I am not sure if it was the coach load of fans, or their constant shouting of ones name, or was it the children running to the window to see what all the fuss was about,  maybe it was trying to push me off the road to success that had caused so much commotion. Could it be the lightly tap, tap, tapping on the window, just as I was to deeply fall asleep. Constant watching eyes, attention to every word spoken and every item chosen. Had one not remembered anything about our way of life.