That was in the subject line of an email Ron sent me. Following is the email in its entirety. Damned dog woke me up at perzackly 12:33 this mornin. I know, ‘cause I looked at the clock. “Hey, man . . . I wanna go out.” “Why can’t you learn to open the goddam door … Continue reading To Sleep, Perchance To Dream … Ay There’s The Fun