As I was driving to pick up Caitlin last night, I noticed one of the many historical markers that dot the highways here like a pox from the past. This one commemorated General Anthony Wayne, noting the birthplace of this �Revolutionary leader and Indian fighter� was nearby. I found another historical marker about Mad Anthony online, this one located in Venedocia, Ohio (�the smallest village in Ohio to have its own home page�, as noted on its web site) and it reads that his �orders were to subdue Native American tribes�. Pennsylvania is obviously lagging Ohio is revising the political incorrectness of our historical markers.

Dreams: I was a spy. I was returning home from a long trip abroad and had to travel by boat to get home. Once I was home, I knew that someone was trying to kill me. I found a man - I think it was my father - hiding in my shower (actually two bathtubs set up in an L-shaped configuration, each with a translucent shower curtain), almost crushed under the dead body of another man. I was racing around the house trying to pack a few pieces of clothing for Rebecca and me so that we could escape quickly. I had an empty brown shopping bag to use as a suitcase, but I couldn't decide on what clothing to take. There were a couple of pairs of Rebecca's shorts that I thought were too small for her, and drawers of my clothing, but nothing ever went into the bag. There was a woman in the house with me, who was trying to talk to me about something inconsequential, because she didn't know that the other spies were out to get me. I wonder if this all stemmed from cleaning up Rebecca's room yesterday morning.