Congratulations on the acceptance! I'm imagining this would be a delightful poem.

The dreams sound fascinating. The one about the museum could be one of mine, although, if it were, there'd be a fair chance that the guitars would be physically incapable of playing. I also have a lot of dreams about mechanically absurd weapons, vehicles, and random devices which, nonetheless, function in the dream.

Glad to hear of the lovely dinner.

R.I.P., Howard Zinn.

Word. My father liked some of his books--I'll have to tell him the sad news.