I dreamed I was in Venice, Italy. I got a letter from Tom saying he was passing through Venice and he wanted to see me. I met him in the lobby of my hotel. He said "Hello, Jenny," but he wasn't Tom. He was tall and thin with black curly , greasy hair, and he didn't look anything like Tom. We got into a gondola. He was talking away as if he were Tom. I didn't know what to say. When we got out of the gondola, I said, "I'm sorry to have to say this, but you're not Tom." He said, "Yes I am." return to the opening menu for A Party in Woodside Uncle Roger : click on the icon or select a link