“I had a dream - the kind that doesn’t politely fade with daylight but follows you around like a case file you never agreed to take. It frightened me, and it still haunts me every day. I can’t tell if it was a dream, a warning, or some strange foreshadow stitched together from past, present, and whatever future keeps trying to get my attention. The whole thing felt like the Anna Nicole Smith saga collided with the mystery of Alexander the Great’s missing tomb -too many timelines, too many unanswered questions, and not nearly enough people willing to tell the truth under oath. And then there’s the waking part. It’s a hell of a thing, coming to in the wrong grave and realizing the cheaters you spent a lifetime hunting are still running the concession stand. My car museum’s vanished like a witness with a suddenly improved memory, and everything that was supposed to unfold has slipped into the same bureaucratic Bermuda Triangle where good intentions go to die. As for D.C. -well, the aroma isn’t metaphysical. It’s the scent of unfinished business, the kind that lingers when too many folks confuse paperwork with progress and hope no one notices the difference. If I were still roaming the earth with a briefcase and a vengeance, I’d call it what it is: a city overdue for a deep audit of its conscience.” - 2008
