I had another fascinating, vivid dream last night. I was out of bed at 4:25, writing down the details. I'd fallen asleep before Castle and Beckett solved the murder, way too early, which was another reason for my early rise. I watched the last 15 minutes of the episode online this morning. In the dream I was walking in a huge field. Ahead, a bit left, stood a woman at home plate of a softball diamond. I stopped at second base and pitched to her, firing a hard, sweeping curve not unlike those the Cardinals’ Adam Wainwright was throwing to the Red Sox last night. The woman in the batter’s box was dazzled. I know exactly what triggered this aspect besides the World Series game, which I landed at several times while channel surfing. Ronnie, a former Silver futures trader at the Exchange, posts pictures of his daughter in uniform on his Facebook page. His team once faced the legendary Eddie Feigner, better known as the King and His Court, a four-man unit that barnstormed the country. Feigner was darn near unhittable. Even great major-leaguers couldn’t touch him. At one point in a game he would pitch from second base - blindfolded. The opposition still couldn't touch him. Ronnie actually got a hit off him, dribbling a grounder into the vast space between the three fielders in fair territory. Back to the dream. The woman retrieved the ball and heaved it. Instead of coming at me, it flew way to my right. At first I thought this was a coded message telling me to turn away from the inanity of the writer’s life. More likely, it reflects my belief that the country and NYC need to drastically veer from fiscal insanity, move right. Someone posted a thought yesterday on FB that it would have been infinitely cheaper to give the 30 million families without health care a million dollars each. Sadly, it makes perfect sense. The ObamaCare website alone cost 600 million.
It was another lucky day for the floating book shop. Yesterday, a young woman stopped and asked the prices of the books. Today she returned with a young man I recognized as having worked on the trading floor in the last few years of my tenure. Stephen and Jen wound up buying Exchanges. My thanks, and to Dave, who donated about ten Stephen King hardcovers, and to the other buyers. I also had a visit from Ol' Smokey. He asked if I had a bag big enough to fit the two he was carrying. When he saw the one I offered had the Marshall's logo, he declined, as any day he is expecting to be evicted from his apartment by a Marshall.
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