I was having one of those crowded, busy dreams in the middle of the night last night...

When suddenly, standing right beside me was Bob Farrar, my best of friends, whom I hadn't seen since he died of bone cancer in March of 1999.  He said he'd been living in the Piedmont (where we were, or seemed to be) for the past half dozen years, and he invited me to come to dinner (roast goose) with him next week and to share an old bottle of Barolo.