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One of my favorite Dan stories happened when he was around 7 or 8. He told me in a rather matter of fact way that he was going to jump off the roof. It is a lucky thing I was listening because I might have just said "That's nice, dear" - and he probably would have gone ahead and jumped. Instead I said "Why would you want to do that?" His answer was, "I want to have a near death experience. I want to find out what happens when you die. I think it would be pretty boring to just be buried in the ground and lie there and heaven might be boring too". He had heard about near death experiences, apparently. He also was getting pressure from the Mormon kids in the neighborhood because we didn't go to church. Just like when I was a kid and the Catholic kids told me I was going to go to this place called Limbo when I died because I wasn't baptized and wasn't Catholic. Maybe Limbo is what Dan was worried about too. I am sure glad the Catholics decided

This catchy title came from something my sister Barbara Jean said in a dream, to a cook in the restaurant where she, my mom and I used to work years ago. My sister, my mom and I always had weird dreams, and we always shared them with each other. Since my mom's death, Barb and I have been waiting to hear from my mom in our dreams. So far, Barb has not, but a sparrow keeps coming into her yard and letting her pet it, so that must be some sort of a sign. My sister's weird dreams differ from mine in that she often has phrases that make no sense in the dream and she remembers them. My favorite one, which is written in magic marker on my old bedroom wall back in the caving in and dying old house. It says "Did you step in my reffing jet needle service?" We have never figured that one out and I don't think we ever will. I have had dreams of my mom, but she mostly doesn't talk to me. The most recent dream involved both my parents. My dad was sitting with his head on th

.... and Ferris wheels, the dizzy-dancing way you feel. When every fairy tale come real, I've looked at life that way..... I love the month of June. It is the hump month of the season, just like Wednesday is the hump day of the week - but not like Wednesday's child ,who is full of woe. June is still spring, and not yet summer. The days are still getting lighter and the air smells allergy good and the flowers are blossoming. We can keep the windows open at night and hear the somewhat irritating chimes that were given to me to remember my mom by every time they jangled. June is the lull before summer kicks in with it's heat and the celebrations of July and the back to school preparations of August. On June 21st, the first day of summer and also my third fatherless father's day, the days will be begin getting seconds, then minutes shorter. But for now, Jack and I can get up at 5:05 to wait for Becky and I can wear T-shirts and shorts instead of jackets and tights. It is l