Not that they didn’t matter to him. He’d worked hard to get them and he was proud of them. He’d just never figured being a medical doctor and a Fellow of the American College of Surgeons could also turn a man into a celebrity. A very unhappy celebrity. Rod had wanted to be a doctor ever since he was a kid. That his path through life had been all but laid out for him in a different direction by generations of Pommiers had made reaching his goal all the sweeter. When he was growing up, it had been expected he’d go to McGill, take his degree in finance and management and, as his father put it, come on board at Pommier Investments. Well, he’d tried. Rod sighed as he stood on the sagging porch of the old cabin he’d just bought, and looked out at the view. He’d absolutely tried. But after a year of struggling to give a damn about cost analysis and price earnings ratios, he’d given up, flown home one weekend and announced that he was going to become a doctor, not a financier.
