I dreamt last night I was at my parents’ house, and it was snowing outside — Minnesota snowing, not Arkansas snowing. Copious, in other words. I looked out the window to the front porch and there was a man sitting in the adirondack chair. He was bear-like, and looked like he was freezing.

I opened the door and invited him in, and then he stood, covered with snow, in the living room. I peered at the glistening crystals covering the Jesus hair and beard, thinking he was quite familiar. Lo and behold: It was Steve Himmer, finally come to Arkansas.