Dream last night.\u00a0 I walked home, down Monroe Street in Alexandria, Indiana.\u00a0 A man named Mr. Jones was with me.\u00a0 His son, Bud, worked in an office tower in downtown NYC.\u00a0 We walked three blocks to the stretch of Monroe Street on which I lived.\u00a0 I turned, pointed to the skyline behind us, and said, “Look.\u00a0 What do you see there?”\u00a0 “Bud’s tower.”\u00a0 “Yes. And right next to it?”\u00a0 “St. Patrick’s.”\u00a0 “How about that over there?” I asked, pointing to building, orange metal and looking somewhat like the Sydney Opera House.\u00a0 “Hope.”\u00a0\u00a0 “Yes,”\u00a0 I said, “Imagine. All these years I’ve been living in Alexandria and never realized it was so close to NYC.\u00a0 I don’t have to go away from home to be there.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dream last night.\u00a0 I walked home, down Monroe Street in Alexandria, Indiana.\u00a0 A man named Mr. Jones was with me.\u00a0 His son, Bud, worked in an office tower in downtown NYC.\u00a0 We walked three blocks to the stretch of Monroe Street on which I lived.\u00a0 I turned, pointed to the skyline behind us, and said, … Continue reading All These Years<\/span>