Iused to think I was a great actor. I still think that, partially because I’m more stuck-up than a Post-it, but also because I was finally asked to do what only the greatest actors are asked to do.

No, I wasn’t asked to play Hamlet or Lady Macbeth or Tree #3 in my town’s production of “Shakespeare Shorts,” which, by the way, is a terrible name for little productions of this kind.

I was asked to submit an invoice.

I have never submitted invoices anywhere up to this point, mostly because I am not good enough at doing things to get paid for them.

Raking a neighbor’s lawn? I did it for free. My parents never let me bill my neighbors when I was doing nice, neighborly acts.

They said the real value lay in doing kind things for the people who made my neighborhood what it was.

I would say th

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