I dreamed last night that President Obama was at our house doing handyman work. He wore the dark suit and tie, looking presidential, but he was building something. He had run out of nails, so I was collecting old ones and cleaning them up for him. He opened a trap door in the yard and scrounged through the shelves down there. He picked up a jar, sniffed it and said, “This is tetraethyl lead,... Read More