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The Steve Garvey Dream | The Dreamweaver

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I was riding in a limo that dropped me off at Winston Towers, where I had a date with Jill S. and I got there three hours early so I walked around the lounges and sat in an armchair whose back I had to upright manually.


Finally, as I was getting ready to meet, Jill, I found a pendant on a thin gold chain on the floor and picked it up and put it into my pocket.


I walked over to another lounge where I sat down on a long red leather sofa, then moving to another lounge when a woman and her mother had sat down on the sofa beside me, the younger woman lighting a cigarette.


Then, deciding to look around the lobby, I walked through a powder type substance that was on the floor and wafting into the air and overheard someone from the building's maintenance crew say that a resident had a sack of some type of powder delivered as a nutritional supplement, but he left the extra sacks out in the corridor and someone had punctured one of the bags as it was leaking the powder all over the floor getting on everyone’s shoes and being inhaled, so I walked away and went to yet another lounge and sat on another red leather couch just before Jill emerged and saw me.


She approached and we hugged awkwardly, me realizing I hadn’t shaved and apologized for my rough beard that rubbed against her cheek as we embraced.


We left the building and got into separate limos and I was surprised to find the former baseball player Steve Garvey sitting beside me and I had mentioned that I was somewhat of a Dodgers fan due to the fact that when I was a kid I spent many summers in Los Angeles.


We arrived at a posh London gentleman's only club richly appointed with Chesterfield chairs and sofa and dark wood bookshelves.


Steve started picking things up from the side tables and throwing them.


He picked up some kumquats that were on the floor round and started throwing them across the room trying to hit the wall and I was surprised to see that his throwing arm wasn’t very strong until he switched to his left hand and was able to effortlessly hit the wall with the kumquats.


Then he pointed at a massive bookshelf and picked up a glass from the bar and placed it on a book that he had pulled out and laid the glass horizontally across another book.


Next, he emptied his pockets of all his coins and started tossing them into the glass that he placed on the bookshelf.


Just then, my daughters joined us as many of the members looked on aghast at the sight of women in their club.


Steve told the girls not to pay any mind to the grumpy old men and asked if they would like to try tossing the coins into the glass.


While the girls occupied themselves with the coin game, Steve and I walked over to the bar and ordered some drinks.


I told him that the son of my first cousin once removed, Josh Satin, played seven seasons in the New York Mets organization, spending about three or four months in "the show" before being sent back down to the minor leagues, eventually retiring and going into the insurance business.


I also mentioned that I played in a new wave band in the 80s and that the bass player in the band, who I mentioned by name, had a girlfriend (who I also mentioned by name) whose aunt was from Minneapolis and who married Rod Carew.


I embellished the story a bit by saying Rod Carew and I had become friends, that I had been to his house many times, although I had only been to his house once. I also mentioned that he had married the woman who was Jewish and converted to Judaism and had invited me for a Passover dinner one year which was a made up story even though Steve Garvey thought was very cool and seem quite impressed.


I then began recounting the (true) story of the time we all went to Anaheim for an Angels game and was treated to dinner afterwards by Rod. And just as I was about to get to the most humorously embarrassing part of the story, the barman interrupted with our drinks and Steve removed a hefty wad of cash from his trouser pocket and paid the tab.


Then I woke up.

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