I dreamed last night, someone said there is Melvin. I looked with disappointment to see a young, bald headed man. I only said that's not Melvin. I remember, as a child, how much fun he and Hazel were. I remember we visited them in I think Knoxville and he bought an ice cream off the truck for the dog and I thought how rich they must be, too young to understand that he was just rich in love.