2010-11-25 - 1:01 p.m.
I had a dream that I was lost in the suburbs of Franklin, and I found a small and ancient community of cowboys called Bamfoords Forge where they had their own store, whiskey barrels, and volleyball courts. And the first thing I did, when I realized how close I was to Lewisburg Pike, was try to call you, but then I saw that where your neighborhood had been a strip mall complex had been erected, and where your house had been an AMC theater of tall, red brick. I trekked across the plains and called anyway. Happy Thanksgiving.
