I slept poorly; it seems to be my usual situation on a night before an Access-a-Ride jaunt. I had a lot of dreams, one about a search for the performing materials from Jerome Kern's Sweet Adeline. In another, rather sinister dream I was living back at my parents' house at 3003 Goldman Avenue and my cousin Judy, who died about six years ago, was helping me pack for travel. That house on Goldman was a source of much paranormal activity, and when I dream about it, it's always unsettling.