I had the craziest dream last night! Actually, I don't dream often, but when I do, the experience is vivid. This time I was a guest in the Oval Office of the White House having an intense discussion with George Bush. I was giving him what appeared to be profound advice, but for the life of me I don't know what it was.

I was sitting across the desk from him, and there was no one else in the room. He looked tan and fit, and he was intently listening to me.When I woke up I was so surprised that I was not at the White House that I almost could not believe it. The only possible explanation that experts might dream up for this is that I saw the president when he recently visited Salt Lake City - except it was at a much greater distance! 4 After following our usual ritual of watching all the credits at the end of a movie the other night, we were the last to leave the theater. Once more I was amazed at what an unmitigated disaster the patrons of the theater had wrought. There were numerous empty cups, and pop was running downhill from the last row of seats to the front of the house, with popcorn and papers strewn everywhere and the seats filthy.

And these people were only sitting there. What if they had been standing around talking?4 I can't resist one more observation about my new dentist, whose plush, but not overly ostentatious, office is a technical marvel. He seems to have taken over my life. Last week I received a postcard from him, saying, "As per your request, we have scheduled your appointment on Tuesday, Nov. 5, at 3 p.m. This time has been reserved just for you. Any change in this appointment affects many patients."

Well, nice of him, but I never requested any appointment. Then there was a little patronizing note from the dental technician saying, "Are you brushing along the gum line and slowing down a little with your flossing?"

If you miss your parents, this is the dentist for you.4 I always begin the day with "CBS This Morning," and think Paula Zahn and Harry Smith are first-rate journalists who have excellent rapport with each other. But I hate the ad I hear everywhere now that the program is "breakfast for your HEAD!" I started thinking that the evening news is dinner for my head and it ruined my appetite.

Even better than "CBS This Morning" is "Sunday Morning," hosted by Charles Kuralt. It probably has a much smaller audience, but what a literate, fine-quality program it is. After you've watched it you have the feeling you've just read a good book - how many TV programs can you say that about?4 I wish we had more opportunities to instantly compare both sides of an issue. For every commentary in the newspapers or on TV we could use the other side right now. It would make us all more objective about life and a lot less obnoxious to friends and associates. Besides, it is stimulating to see both sides of any story.4 I don't care what the event is - convention, seminar, social occasion, reunion - I can't stand NAME TAGS.

Not only do they make me feel too structured - they are all inconveniently designed. They have pins that make huge, gaping holes in my shirt or jacket - or, more commonly, they stick onto my shirt or jacket and after only a few seconds the edges start curling up and I keep trying to stamp them back into place.

It is usually only a half-hour before I just rip it off and tear it up. Then everyone says, "Where's your name tag?"