So I'm dreaming that I'm driving around in my Mustang this morning on some deserted street going a pretty fast pace. I know what I'm doing when I change gears even with my minimal experience. I'm having a good ole time cruising through town. Then the though strikes me, "Hold on a second, my car isn't making any noise." True enough. I stop and listen. My car, which should have an at least nice little rumble, is quiet as the dead on Easter. I was kind of sad. But it was only a dream. Strange Incident #3) This Sunday the 22nd, I'm having a bbq at my house. Just like the others, nothing fancy or big, just a few friends coming over for lunch and/or dinner and sharing communal boredome at my abode. Would you like to go? Call me 714 356-5658 (that spells out 356-JOLT. I love saying that) or leave me a note. I'm not writing in here until after then.