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I was walking through back kitchens of a bakery taking a bite out of lots of cakes, cupcakes, petit fours, etc. In a bus riding with Bill Johnson. I asked a dumb question. It was something about an airplane I saw that was flying through the city streets with its wings vertical. We laughed but he wasn’t degrading, critical, or condescending. He leaned his head over to me and put his arm around me like we were close friends. I was back at the bakery and going to a conference room. Someone said he wanted to go dancing with me and a couple of others. We went into the room, and we were talking about my nephew, Tim. I told a story about his dancing and said, “never underestimate Tim Spears!”
I woke up hearing “Rocket Man.”
