Neal,
I dreamed about you last night. Nothing much, just that we were going out to lunch. I walked out of Cal Center and you drove up in your big pick up truck. I climbed in and off we went, chatting about this and that. I'm taking this as a prescient dream, foretelling the future. And then I come into work today and read that you were able to wiggle your arms and legs, and that just shot me up into the stratosphere. We all miss you, so very much.
Dottie
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