Still My Fondest Dreams

A co-worker asked me what I had wanted to be when I grew up, when I was little: "A textile designer". "And one of the people who does the tiny little line drawings and doodles in the New Yorker." (pause) "Oh, and a war-zone photojournalist". "A what?" (shocked expression). "Yeah, why not? I have one of the coats even." I wonder if Tom still wants to be a racecar driver.