Dreams

Hi,
Tuesday morning in San Jose. We're at a Radisson, in what appears to be a business district near the airport. We flew up in tiny little jet. I say tiny because it had two seats on the right and one on the left, two smallish jet engines on the tail and it looked like a rocket. Anyway, it got us here.
"__ __ __, wish he were mine, that handsome boy over there, the one with the wavy hair..." I got mail from unlikely places on this one. Nice work. Hope these lyrics fill in the blanks for the rest of you. Oh, and you didn't have to be born to know this one either. Clue: Group in named after a fabric (hey, it was all about texture)
I have to go back to Sunday night. I promised to tell you about the Magic Castle. So, we pulled up to the entrance, met the valet and strolled inside, like we belonged there. Our friend Cheryl met us inside, but had to run off to handle some business. Her brother, if you remember, was he main act in the show room and it was his last night. When she came to get us, we walked over to a book case. She told me to say the magic words. I blew it, but she coached me and after saying 'Open Sesame', the wall opened and we walked into the club. Very cool. We had a very nice dinner and then went down to wait for the show. We noticed a large man in a brown suit talking to several guest before the show. He was asking them questions and giving them small brown envelopes. Hmm. Once the show started, we discovered he was like our host and well as a trickster. He told us he knew what we were thinking. (I hope not) During the course of the evening, he guessed the number a woman was thinking, the name of another's first kiss, and the serial number on a dollar bill. The first display was amazing. The number was 45. While he was messing with the subject and the audience, he was writing on a big piece of paper. We couldn't see what he was doing. Then he as her for the number. Then he showed us his work. It was a grid with 4 numbers across and down. At first it looked like he had missed the number. Then he started adding up the numbers in the first column. The answer was 45. Then he added another column and it was 45. He went faster and faster and it always came up 45. Diagonally, 45. We sat there baffled and amazed.
Gotta move on to the finale, the main attraction, the start of the show. Dan Berch came out and never said a word. It was 'old-school' razzle dazzle magic time. Scarves appeard then vanished, string was set on fire and turned into a dove. I'll summarize: Fire tuned into doves, doves disappeared, doves turned into a poodle. What? You had to be there.
We're off to Palo Alto for a day with Joe. We're going to lunch, then to some art exhibits and later, out to dinner. It's going to be a full day.
Enjoy your Tuesday.

Peace,
Danny

"The only place where your dream becomes impossible is in your own thinking."
~Robert H. Schuller

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