I dreamt of CFP last night. I was walking down that little street beside the Marquee. You know, the one the Coast is on. I think it's called Portland Place. In the distance, I saw a sweater. I didn't think much of it at first. Then, as I got closer, I recognized the sweater-wearer. As soon as the recognition hit me, I took off running. Down the hill, as fast as I could. I jumped at him and gave him the biggest hug I could imagine.

That's it. End of dream. I guess I wonder how he's doing. Is he still in Newfie-land? Maybe he will come back to Halifax soon and we can be friends again.