I dream of Griffin

I dreamed about Merv Griffin last night. He and Andy Williams were seated at a sidewalk café and Andy, who looked extremely frail, called me over. We embraced like long lost friends.

“It’s so good to see you!” I said.

Then Andy introduced me to Mr. Griffin, who was at least seven feet tall.

I told Griffin that I’d always been a fan, but he was distant, maybe because by that time we were at the airport where all of us were missing our flights. So I let go of Andy, who’d been steadying himself on my arm – I was worried about him – and we stepped away from the airport terminal buffet, which wasn’t very good anyway.

Thing is, I really am, or was, a fan of both entertainers. Andy’s beautiful voice and Merv’s fantastic interview style. Touchstones of my childhood. Thinking about them now gives me a serious case of the warm fuzzies.