At least a few times a year I have a dream where I am riding a bicycle down 287 from Bowie to Decatur. I pass brand new, fancy looking businesses that are not open and old broken down, funky looking ones that are bustling with activity. I constantly see people I recognize. Inevitably, the bike breaks down on Business 287 near (but across the road from ) Bobby's old pool hall. Somebody I do not know personally but recognize from around town will stop to help me. They are always super nice- they have a glow- an aura and I know I will be OK even though they try to fix the bike and obviously don't know what they are doing or they are otherwise clueless but are still trying to help.

      Somehow, I know I will OK- and it is a super powerful feeling.