This weekly endeavor is being written the morning after the winning results of the $billion-plus Power Ball drawings (Jan. 13, 2016).

So. This is now old news, of course. If you were one who had purchased tickets, let me say that I am sorry you didn’t win. Of course, I wish everyone could be a winner. But that’s just me, I guess.

All of us, quite likely, think about just what we would do if “lightning” were to actually strike. If we were to become a multi-millionaire overnight.

Well, now. I know — at least I think I do — what I would do with such newly gained wealth.

First, I’d find a highly regarded tax attorney to advise me. That is basic.

Then, I would tell him/her that I wanted a significant and reasonable amount passed on to my children and grandchildren, and done so in a tax-wise and savvy manner. That is, so it wouldn’t change them from the wonderful people they are.

I would give my church the exact amount owed on the splendid addition that became a reality several years ago. The church could eliminate that debt. I would do it, however, with the proviso that no such additional grandiose expansion measures be taken in the next 10 years, at least.

There are a number of worthy charitable entities right here in our community-at-large that I would love to help. Doing so would give me genuine pleasure. To the extent possible, I’d like there to be no accompanying publicity generated, and my name kept as anonymous as possible. That would be important to me. Very. For both personal and practical reasons.

Helping out in the health-care world, especially for children, would be a priority, as would be doing similarly for animal care. Children and animals. My passions.

You might ask, “What would you do for yourself, Old Boy?”

Not much. Not much at all. I can’t think of anything I really want or need. An occasional meal eaten out, and a few new books every so often, more than meet my “wants” needs.

Oh, yes. I would like to return to those places lived in and visited in Europe when I was a young soldier stationed in Germany those many years ago. My First Wife doesn’t think this is a good idea, because of age and health concerns. Maybe we could have some family members go with us. That would make it even better.

The laws of probabilities mitigate against ever winning the lottery. The possibility is even beyond infinitesimally small.

Then there’s another reason I’m not going to be a winner: I’ve never, ever played the lottery, and have no intention of ever doing so.

But we can fantasize about it — dream just a little — can’t we?