I had strange dreams, the last being ne in which I was sleeping on my parents' couch in Ohio when a college friend and his girlfriend showed up to visit. I couldn't explain why I was sleeping on a sofa rather than my bed. The cats were with me, and then the friend, girlfriend, and I boarded a bus in Manhattan and we ended up in Toledo, Ohio, at the home where my goddaughter Emily grew up. The house was for sale; her father was moving to Chicago, which was where all of his four daughters had migrated, and he felt the house wasa too large sicne his wife had died. Then, Bob Emerson, who owned Theatrebooks, for whom I worked 1981-1983, showed up.