So apparently last night was the night I decided to take strange journeys through Dreamland.

I was the Mayor of Halloweentown in zayna‘s dreams, which is kinda cool. In mine, I was me…but I was me being played by Arnold Schwarzenegger in a movie about my trip to Las Vegas for training. Apparently, though, my training ended up getting wrapped up in terrorists or bugs from space or something because I was running around with a gun in my kilt.

Yeah. Arnold was dressed like me, too. In my “No, I will not fix your computer” shirt and a black Utilikilt.

So…did I make any strange appearances in YOUR dreams???

Hello, my friends.

My last post was a letter to my son. Some of the memories of our time together, and my feelings for him. I’ve gotten several comments from you, through email and other sources, about how it touched you. I get the feeling, though, that some of you may not want to “spoil” the post with your comments.

So.

Here’s your chance. Today is his 10th birthday. If you’d like, leave a note for him here. Tell him something you’ve observed about him, or share a memory. This isn’t necessarily for him now. This is for him when he’s older and we’re all long gone. Take a moment and drop a thought into a time capsule. I think it’s a pretty neat idea, personally. Writing specifically to the future version of a person. If you do too, participate.

And thanks.