Hey Don,

So you think you're having visions while shaving? That's interesting because you never seem to shave on the weekends. You never seemed to have visions before, so are you borrowing my material now or what? I'm supposed to be the visionary and you're the straight secret service kind of guy. Wanna change roles?

I don't care, but I'm not going to eat any of those onion and garlic sandwiches and drink Corona Beer, no matter what you do.

So, I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens. I'm just sorry you didn't have any visions about Parkfield. Matter of fact, I've never had any about that place. No wonder, nothings happened down there.

Frankly Don, I liked it the other way round. There's something far more romantic about a woman who is a visionary than a man. I'm not really sure why that is, but perhaps its the mystery of discovery. That just reminded me, I've got a murder story on hold that I need to finish. Tonight might be a good night to get back to work on it. Of course, the other one on the war in Egypt can wait.

Have you seen any Petra's through the looking glass?