Whag zoc....... found out he could dream, his

mental state was not that good,


but he could tell the difference with a little effort,


and finally he was sure.


His apartment was his haven and he cleaned the


kitchen for his duties were such that cooking gave him a



good excuse to think more of the seeming journeys or states


that he then as he made his famous barbecue and the apple pie.


He loved to roll the dough, the leftover into cinnamon rolls,


and the stretches of time started to escape as


his mind and memory could flow into that silence to a


emotional meteor he thought he was often in yet


there it was, something of his mind in a remarriage!


The cool of the mint julep at the ranch...... 


and sounds came to him in frames of the,


way the ear deciphers, first an indistinguishable then



to a word partial meaning to finally an actuality of a sentence


connecting to the scene, now more than in progress!