I had a dream last night that I was at a town hall for President Obama in which guests were invited to come onstage, and ask the president a question.
As you might imagine, the auditorium was packed, and the questions dealt predictably with the economy, war, and drones.
When my turn came up, I found myself sitting across from the president who said, "Is there anything you
want to ask me?" Yes, I said, "what's for lunch?"
