Let me start with a dream I just remembered having before I woke up. My grade school friends, now grown along with others, were serving breakfast to everyone in my small town but only about a dozen folks were at the small rectangular tables. That was a decent showing for such a town and the day was young. The breakfast for all was where the grocery store in town used to be, the center of Main Street )opposite now a remodeled church that serves as the Children's Theater Space and is actually called The Center on Main.
In my dream, my eighth grade friends, now in their early 50s like me, were
