Dear Gary:

I had a dream about a half an hour ago wherein I was speaking to someone at a convention about the disc that contained 7 movies of one series and 7 movies of another. You happened to walk by (you were in the second series of 7 movies) and I said to him “Hey, there’s Gary Busey!” You must have heard me because you walked over and got in my face. By the time you were in front of me you had transformed into a fresh young boy of about eleven or twelve years old, smart and smiling like a happy, knowing and capable saint. You were full of joy, energy and knowledge and greeted me with an abundance of love. Still, although only a lad, you were astonishing—like Jesus at the Temple I suppose. You had freckles, charisma and all of your teeth. I wonder if I was transformed by the transfiguration of you—I didn’t look—the alarm went off for my wife to get ready for work after the holidays. No, I guess it’s back down the mountain for me.