I should invite Jessica Lange to lunch,
  for we have things in common.
  Granted, they are ordinary things.
  We are both seventy-somethings.
  We are graduates of the same high school.
  I am acquainted with her brother, George.
  I know about the school play
  that had to be cancelled
  due to tragic circumstances.
  We both find Duluth to be
  the most serene of geographies.  
  We could talk about chances taken,
  share our thoughts about
  aging and agelessness.
  Just because she has done extraordinary things
  doesn’t mean she doesn’t know
  of the ordinary.
  It would be a wonderful lunch, I think.
  I should ask her.