Sunday, November 26, 2006

What is the Elephant's name?

I have a large teak elephant, carved from one piece of wood. When I had cancer and was in treatments at MD Anderson in Houston, mom and dad and I liked to try the different restaurants around the Westheimer/Kirby/Rice area. There was a Thai place we liked once and I noticed this magnificent Elephant. The manager said it was not for sale. I insisted, he replied $300 cash. I walked around the corner, got $300 cash, and walked out of the restaurant with a 50 pound elephant sculpture.

Now, the elephant is a regal part of my decor. Sometimes people ride him when they come over, or at least sit on him. Problem is, I can't remember what his name is. Is it Babar? Is it Dumbo? What is his name? If you have any recollection or suggestion, please let me know.

Thanks,
Frank

Saturday, November 04, 2006


Last night I had one of my favorite kind of dreams...covert mission. The part I remember started on a large airliner. My father was there, in some sort of military/national security capacity. We were sitting at a glass table with a holographic map, and there was a man from the CIA there. I got briefed on my mission. I'm not sure what my mission was, but it undoubtedly involved spying and perhaps martial arts. Next thing I know, I'm jumping out of the airplane. My chute wouldn't open, but I made a rough landing and was miraculously okay.

Of course, I was in the Middle East somewhere. My wallet went missing in my rough landing. I snuck incognito into a small village to find my target. But, I needed money. Fortunately, several families from Westlake just happened to be vacationing in this small terrorist village. Hunter Brown wouldn't loan me any money, so I found his mom and she gave me $100.

Then the cat jumped on my face. How disappointing. I love those kinds of dreams.