Yesterday something happened that brought to life a dream I have nurtured and loved for 39 years. Now, most everyone has dreams, some a fleeting thought or two about "what if I could" or "if only I had this or that", or some like imagery in their mind of how things could or would be if their dreams, or wishes illustrated by their dreams, came true. Most of our dreams are, unfortunately, more like fleeting moments of fantasy that bring momentary and temporary gladness to our being...a smile the instigation of which is our own secret, not to be shared with anyone.