I had a dream last night … and let me tell you, it was a doozy. In this dream, I was in a foreign land, or so I thought, until I realized it was Brooklyn. Dave was there with me, and someone asked him to do a Catholic funeral at a place that was supposed to be a large church, but which ended up being big and expansive, like a sports stadium, except that it also felt like a small, intimate bowling alley. We’d been assigned the center four “lanes” for this particular funeral, but other funerals were going on all around us on the other lanes. Ours was the…