I had a dream last night that I was having a beer with Fred Rogers. Yes, that Fred Rogers of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, King Friday, Sarah Saturday, and Daniel Tiger.
I'm assuming, in honor of Fred's hometown, we were drinking Rolling Rock Beer, though I don't remember seeing any green pony bottles in the dream. Nor were we wearing sweaters, so perhaps we weren't in Fred's Neighborhood.
I stopped drinking alcohol four plus decades ago, so I was surprised to be cracking open a cold one with anybody, much less Fred Rogers. He seemed as surprised to be drinking with me as I was to be with him.
In my dream, we got a little tipsy, and the bartender took our car keys and our shoes and suggested we wait for the trolley.
-bill kenny.
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