LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM

Or maybe it was this morning. Whatever. I dreamt I was back at WILM and R was training me. She made me hunt for some big, huge dusty reels that hardly anyone uses anymore. There was no paper log and she gave me something that looked like a cart. It was Fleetwood Mac or Led Zeppelin or the Eagles. I forget which.

I needed to take a bus to Tyson’s Corner so I stayed overnight at B’s house. J was still alive. I ended up driving the ’67 Valiant. I was afraid it would die on me but I kept goosing it along and it kept going.

Mom was in L. Dad got a grapevine from Capper’s Nursery. He said it was from the same root stock as the one we got when I was about five years old.