Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Sitting Sideways on a Broom

I dreamed I gave Betsy a fly-through-the-air ride on a broom. Now I am not a witch if you have to ask. It was a first for her and took place after dark at McCallie and Holtclaw in Chattanooga. A little closure for her abrupt death twenty seven days ago. I wonder what it was like for her piloting a Cessna. She seemed to enjoy being a passenger on my broom.