I had a dream, nothing as rich as Dr. King’s, about a new client we had taken on. We had agreed to tackle the task at hand and were trading contacts when they learned we didn’t have a cell phone. How can this be in this day and age? “What if your car broke down?” The ending is fuzzy but I had a sinking feeling when I woke up. I think we lost the clients.
I did a little running around with my dad. Most stops had to do with doctors, a check-up, blood test and new batteries for his hearing aids. We stopped for lunch at one of his favorite haunts, a Jewish delicatessen called Fox’s. My dad ordered “Balogna & the Beast” and a root beer. I had a sandwich called “My Generation” and a chocolate egg cream. This place is only open for lunch yet it always crowded. My dad bought a chocolate cookie to go for Peggi on the way out.
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