In 1994 my sister-in-law read my future. She had been to Ecuador, and had brought back a bunch of future-reading Ecuadorian stones. They looked like stones to me. My sister-in-law, Neta, told me that they were special.
Neta asked me to think of a dream that had not come true, a great unfulfilled hope. It didn’t take me more than a second. My great big dream, I told her. I dreamt of singing someday like Sinatra with a great big fat big band.