virginia's dream

Virginia got all dressed up—"with a necklace and everything"—to get her picture made for her new driver's license, but the DMV wanted an eye test. Whoops! No renewal until she gets new glasses.
   On her way back, she saw me in the yard and stopped. We sat on the tailgate of my truck, since I had mopped myself out of the house.
   "I had this dream about you last night, that you drove me to New York City." She had already told me that she would love to visit and see the Statue of Liberty, the World Trade memorial, the Empire State building. I'm sure they wouldn't measure up to the Bible theme park in Tennessee (the one with dinosaurs coexisting with people) where, she said, "I learned so much history." Sigh. But anyway her husband, who calls her "Baby," doesn't want to go to the city. I told her I could drive her one way, but she'd have to fly the other. She wondered how much that would cost.
   We chatted, and she gave me a hug as she left, saying, "I just love visiting with you."