I dreamed about Bill Clinton last night. No, not that kind of dream.

I think I've been watching too much C-Span. He was coming to me for advice on what to do with the rest of his life. I suggested that he be more Carter-esque, and use his power and influence to help eradicate AIDs in Africa. Or lead the US as a bully pulpit to end racism, since he often gets credit for being the "first black president."

But he said he had 2 house payments to make and a child to put through college. He needed to make money. So I gave him my brother Ted's advice....find a job you like and the money will take care of itself.

That must have struck a cord, as he just smiled as he walked away.