I had this dream, see....

I've reached the age that precludes those dreams of exotic women. And my nightmares generally revolve around zombies, werewolves, Russian paratroopers, and plumbing disasters. I come by the later honestly because Mary has had occasion to shake me awake in the middle of the night because water is streaming across a floor somewhere.

But this one was different. It involves simple greed. I was driving through Catoosa when I noticed a couple of bicycles on the sidewalk in front of a church. They caught my eye because the brake cables sprang directly from the tops of the levers, making a pair of graceful arcs toward their respective anchor points. It's one easy way to spot a vintage bike. Furthermore, they had distinctive contrasting paint panels typical of bikes from the seventies.

Inside the church were more bikes! They were having a rummage sale. There were Falcons, Raleighs, a Condor, and even a couple of Motobecanes!

But I stopped and stared in amazement at a pair of display cases stuffed with old cameras. There were the usual assortment of Brownies and box cameras, but I spotted a Pentax Spotmatic, a Praktica, and 4x5 Speed Graphic among other classics.

I just knew I'd need more money.

Someone started talking and my eyes creaked open. The clock radio said it was 4:20 - time to get up - and the BBC was doing a story on a plane crash. The dream evaporated, replaced by morning reality.

Phooey.