Funny how things come to you in the night. I keep a pen and paper by the bed so I can jot down ideas or dreams, because they vanish so quickly. Last night, believe it or not, I had a powerful dream about falling in love with a young hockey player called Frank Mahovilich. Yes, it’s true, and I don’t even know what Frank looked like in his prime; it was Guy Lafleur I had a crush on. Frank asked me to marry him. Aren’t dreams amazing?