1. Get a full-length nonfiction work published. It'll probably be about finance since that's my field of expertise but a collection of short autobiographical essays is also on the table.
2. Eat barbecue in every former Confederate state. So far I've done Virginia and Tennessee.
3. Make enough money to afford season-ticket box seats along the first-base line at Fenway Park and courtside seats at TD Banknorth Garden. No luxury boxes though. Real fans don't sit up in the ivory tower like that.
4. Have one of my sons pitch professionally, even if it's only at the single-A level. (if none of my sons like baseball enough, this one's negotiable, but if they do it'd be a proud moment for dear old dad...and grandpa looking down from the afterlife.)
5. Die in bed atop a beautiful woman, preferably after I've had enough time to do all of the above.