Another night, another strange dream - this is getting to be a habit that I'd love to break. Sometimes, I'm flying in an airplane that develops engine trouble over a crowded city. Other times, I'm back in college, and the professor walks by and says, "Well, it's nice to see you for the first time this semester, Mr. McCoy. Here's the 20 page final exam. You have 90 minutes." Regardless of the subject of the ...
