Just like MLK, I too have a dream. Well, not just like MLK. My dreams are senseless and strange and motivate no one. Here's one from last night. All of a sudden it came back to me in a flash...
I was eating dinner in a restaurant somewhere in the south (kentucky? tennesee?) with my good friend, Birt. We were driving somewhere far away and had stopped to eat. The restaurant was busy and we were sitting by the window. The booths had red vinyl seats. Outside the window there was a man tuck-pointing the brick work on the building. We noticed it was our friend Bash. We waved and made faces at each other. We were laughing. He was laughing. But we gave no indications of surprise at finding Bash tuck-pointing brick work outside of the very window where we sat eating dinner, hundreds of miles away from home on some unknown journey in the south.
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