Thursday night, March 25-26, 2004.
The Mayor (our friend, Richard), was in the last one . . . he had come to visit us in some big hotel. But, he died in his room, and we couldn't get anyone to come and take his body out! I waited all day, and no one came for him. So, I went into his suite, and was looking around his room. I found his famous little black book, and tried to find anything he didn't want anyone to see, and get rid of it. I found nothing bad. But . . . I found a bag full of Christmas presents - the first one I pulled out had my name on it, then there were many more presents I pulled out and laid on the bad. I was just ready to go back and call the 'family' and 'kids'? together, and I saw him moving! He was alive!
He woke up, and I was so happy. I told him what I'd done, and how nice it was for him to bring us all gifts!
Then, he was speaking at a luncheon, and I remember going up to him and giving him a big hug, and telling him how glad I was he was not dead. I was actually crying crocodile tears! He was with some big financial bigwig, who was ignoring me, because I wasn't 'important' enough to bother with me. I was still very sad at almost having lost the mayor, when I woke up! The End!