Joe Had a Dream

“Jill, you up? ….Dr. Jill, you awake?”

“Go back to sleep, Joe!  It’s the middle of the night!”

“Mmm…OK”

Joe stared at the ceiling for a minute.  Maybe it was an hour, thinking, dreaming, half-awake, half asleep.  Where the hell is that red phone?  I remember distinctly that when I was a Congressman we had a red phone.  I saw it, it glistened in the sun like the hairs on my legs….

Joe gets up, and begins to wander around the room.  All of a sudden, he sees it, sitting on a small table,  across th...