Last night I had a dream about my dog Charlie, who's been dead for over 20 years. My parents had her put to sleep the summer before my last semester of college, when I stayed in Eau Claire to work at State Farm, which as you can imagine was heaven on earth. I drove home one weekend and the dog wasn't around so I said "Yo where's the dog?" and finally somebody spilled the beans. I'm not sure what the plan was there, if they were all thinking it would slip my mind that we had a dog, but I was getting a college education, remember? No flies on me.