A few days ago

(maybe January 12),

before this class began,

I had a dream where one of my RELATIVES

(I'm not quite sure who)

was marrying GEORGE CLOONEY,

and I was attending the WEDDING.

I arrived with assorted relatives

from my maternal grandfather's side of the family.

There were l o n g t a b l e s in narrow hallways.

I sat with my family

wondering which famous celebrities would show up.

We especially wanted to see ROSEMARY CLOONEY,

who is George's aunt.

My wife and I used to imagine

that she was stored in a BIG WOODEN CRATE somewhere,

to be unveiled only at Christmastime.

"Where's Rosemary Clooney?" we asked.

Of course, days later,

she was in the I.C.U., fighting for her life

after lung cancer surgery.

Who would have known?

Who would have known?