More dreams

Then Lee told me she dreamed we were having The Beatles over to our house, and we had nothing to serve them but peanut butter and celery. I think that in general, any sixties group, even the Beau Brummels, would expect some sort of hors d’ouevres, and while the mods were generally known to favor peanut butter, it’s entirely possible they’d tear up the place over the celery. So better we should have it catered, I think.