character sketch: dexter busby (aka buzz)

dexter is an optimistic all-american kid just out of high school. he's a man of platitudes. he's also very much a creature of the present; he has no real aspirations for the future. After all, "it'll turn out". his optimism isn't without basis. he's lucky. very lucky. for as long as he can remember he's been lucky and he knows it. that's not to say that he isn't smart or capable, "luck'll only take you so far". of course, "a little luck goes a long way".

nothing has really been out of reach for buzz: he was the star of the baseball team, most popular guy at school, and never lacked a date on saturday night. that notwithstanding, his reach never really exceeded his grasp: he enjoyed baseball, so he excelled; making friends was easy when everyone wanted to be your friend; athletic + popular + good-looking = lots of attention from girls.

enter the mysterious stranger who asks a simple question for which buzz has no answer. why? he recognizes that he's gifted beyond just about everyone. but for what purpose? is there a purpose? that's the one thing buzz's life has been missing, and, somewhat to his consternation, is not forthcoming. perhaps this stranger, with his particularly pointed question, also has some answers.