"A merrier hour was never wasted there..." (Midsummer Night's Dream)

Arose at 11am this morning. I had about a dozen dreams last nite similar to others that I've been having--but not in such profusion. All my dreams are very brief and in full cinematic technicolor. (Unfortunately not in 3D). Each of them involves someone offering me something to grab hold of--like a spoonful of ice cream, or an envelope, or a book, or a pen, or a golf club, or a bottle of soda--anything that I can hold in my hand. But when I reach for the damn thing--whatever it is--the dream bursts open like a balloon; I wake up with my hands in the air and there's nothing to hold on to! My VA doctor assures me that the medication I'm taking is conducive to produce vivid dreams. And so it does. One of these nites I am going to grab something that's offered ASAP before it wakes me up!

Rhoda went to her ob/gyn this morning, and while I waited for her, I checked my e-mail and found one from my buddy Phil Bergovoy which had the text of a review he wrote for my book, "Shadows." In case you haven't read it, here it is:-

One of the world's greatest living poets shares the beauty of language Rated by Guest - 11/18/2007

Because Norman Ross is a modest man, he has hitherto not published many of his best poems. After many years of urging by friends, critics, and former students, he has finally consented to reveal some of the work that has gained him a first-rate reputation among the privileged literary elite. Mr. Ross is truly a Renaissance man--military hero (two Distinguished Flying Crosses and 11 Air Medals before the age of 21); outstanding athlete and coach; an incredibly talented teacher; a published author in many disparate fields; a loyal patriot and fried; and the progenitor of four outstandingly talented, successful children. If you are a poetry aficionado, you will relish these finely-crafted works of art. If you are not, you may become one as a result of the lively expression of ideas that Dr. Ross has put into verse.

Now I truly appreciate Phil's having taken the time to write a review (so far the only one) but I don't know why he thinks I'm "fried". I rarely drink enough to get fried and he knows that.

When RH+ returned home, we drove to Boca's Town Center mall where she had a number of errands to run and I dragged along. It was not my merriest hour. But first we stopped at the "FirstWatch Cafe" where she had her lunch and I had my breakfast. They make the best Belgian waffles around and it comes with bacon and two eggs, and likely enough it's called a "Trifecta". The only previous trifecta I ever had was at Roosevelt Raceway in Long Island where I was with another long time friend, Irv Forman. We won $600 on that trifecta for which you must pick 3 horses to finish 1,2,3 in any order. Unfortunately the raceway has been torn down and only more shops have replaced it. Now trifectas have been reduced to bacon and eggs and a waffle. I wonder whatever happened to the "Perfecta"??? They probably will have knocked off the waffle. BON JOUR, MON INFANTES