I had an actual good dream last night. It was about my friend Bill, the one that was here. He was visiting another friend, Mike. They were in a warm, sunny place, talking about Bill's latest book. He was proud of his novel, not bragging - that's not his style. I could just tell from the way he spoke about it. He finally wrote an ending he liked. Mike was happy with the way his life was going too. I couldn't tell exactly when it was taking place. Maybe a few years from now. Maybe sooner.
Also, I think the hotel will be going back soon. So, enjoy the speakeasies and parties while we can.