A couple of years ago, on a rainy Sunday afternoon (we have a lot of those in Seattle), I took my youngest son to the movies in order to alleviate what might have become a fatal case of boredom. From a distance, I noticed a local billionaire that I had met on several occasions in prior business dealings and saw that he was with his young son as well. Even if you are stupendously wealthy, damp and dreary Sunday afternoons in Seattle are still a drag.
Many years ago, by coincidence, I discovered that among the patients of my dentist was a prominent local Microsoft multibillionaire. Even if I was one of the wealthiest men on the planet, I could not possibly have received better dental care. Imagine that. Plus I was married to the woman of my dreams. All of which led me to conclude that indeed money does not buy happiness.