“Even a soul submerged in sleep is hard at work and helps make something of the world.”     --  Heraclitus. Our dreamworld has been the subject of scientific scrutiny for a very long time. Like many other people, I've always wondered about my own dreams. Especially when they get wild and wooly, as can happen when illness forces me to take drugs that can affect those dreams. That happened this week, and it produced a doozy. The med is Benzonatate ,  and my dosage is 100 mg.

I’ve spent a lot of time writing about growing up in the then-new Oklahoma town of Midwest City. My family moved there in 1949 when I was only 3 and the town was 7. Maybe, I thought, the town could be like my big brother. Maybe I could learn from it. My guiding question in those written reflections has been this: How much of who I am today, is where I’m from yesterday ?   I’ve realized one challenge memoirists face is the question of just how much they can actually remembe

By Jim Willis When I was in the 6th grade back in Oklahoma, my teacher, Mr. Blackwell, came to me one day and congratulated me on being named captain of the Kiwanis Junior Police for our school, Westside Elementary. Growing up, few honors meant more to me than that one. Wow! I was now in charge of all the student crossing guards! My captain’s sash was a special gold color, while theirs were blue or white. And my badge was cooler, with CAPTAIN stamped right in the middle of it