Dreaming the Mahatma

Last night I dreamt I was sitting on the floor with Ghandiji. I was spinning cotton, on the same small spinning wheel seen in pictures of the Mahatma.

"Ghandiji," says I, "Why aren't you spinning?"

"I don't do that anymore," says he.

"But you said spinning would save India. What are you thinking?"

"Vulcanized rubber."


That's when I woke up.


The End