Dreamed of a story about a man with a plan to seek his fortune and a woman who married him and joined in his search, resulting in complete failure; the wife dying first and the husband on his deathbed reflecting that he'd failed to provide for her; being at an airport where a plane carrying a civil servant from Washington, D.C., sent to investigate racial discrimination, crashed into a building, causing many deaths; wanting to leave the airport but finding long queues waiting for transport; finding myself with a crowd of people next morning in a parking garage that was floating(!) over a flooded plain; the Sharon Stone movie Sliver (which I haven't seen--I'd just read an obituary for Ira Levin, who'd written the book).
The parents and I saw Jonathan Demme's documentary Jimmy Carter: The Man From Plains at the Carlton. Mother's a great admirer of Carter, and I still think that he was more sinned against than sinning.
Afterward we dined at the Golden Griddle, where I ate spaghetti and meatballs.
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