What's Real? What Ain't?

It was a gray, snow covered, wintry day.
I was surprised to be over our old stompin' grounds, flyin' South on Highway 135.
I looked down and saw that familiar old place...
Concentric arcs with the concession stand a few rows back, front/middle. Gray poles with speakers attached providing a little contrast against the snow...
The Meridian Drive-In!
I can't tell you how excited I was to find it was still open! I thought to myself, "How wonderful!
I can bring Sara Jean back and she can experience a little piece of what it was like for all of us, growing up in this safe, wonderful place!"
How, in all the times I've driven by here over the last few decades did I miss the fact that this facility that plays such a role in all our memories was still there? All I had to do was wait for Spring to come and we could drive over and watch a movie... ANY movie!
My feeling of elation is impossible to describe.

Of course you don't ask questions like that in dreams.
But this one was so VIVID. I was actually disappointed to awaken and realize it was just my mind "wishing". 

I find my dreams are frequently like that as I get older.
How about you... are you experiencing it too?

I even find myself questioning some of my memories now...
Did I really experience that, or was that just another super-realistic dream?
I've learned to be careful and try to find someone else that had the same experience before I relate some of my strongest memories these days. It's easy now for me to see how some of our parent's memories were either embellished, or total fabrications. How much of their memory was a technicolor dream?

Still, for just a few moments as I slept this afternoon I was in a good place.
A VERY GOOD place.

Good Day

I went to the VA to have a post-op hernia checked out. Every was great. Got my travel pay and got me a capichano, headed home. Instead I turned left on New York Street  and went by where my grandmother lived. It is now a parking lot for the med center, same dirt. Went around the corner where the drug store use to be. Headed home, down Michigan Street to the stop light. A amputee in a wheelchair holding a sign saying he was homeless, I didn't say he was homeless, I said he was holding a sign. I still had a dollar left from my travel money so I give it to him. "God bless you man" was his words. I was giving him the dollar because it was him not me. Selfish reason. Money spent the same.
Headed home down West Street and was waiting a car to pass me so I could get over in the lane to my right. Not knowing the guy on the other side wanted to do the same, I was just a little faster. Honking the horn ( what else would you honk, a tire ?) showing me the finger that had a boo boo on it , I just wave back with all five. Must have been the smile that made him mad. I was a good day.

What am I?

You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside.
What did you eat?  No cheating.

Expert Advice- Vandy Style

PT was unable to post, so she would like me to toss out this challenge to all of you.

She would like to know what advice VKs would give their Grand children and Great Grand children.

Her first two entries are as follows:

1: Your prom dress and even your Bridal gown should not cost a fortune, save your money for school.
2: You can never do anything so bad that your family will not love you, unless you have done  something unforgivable.

Okay the challenge is active, what say you.

What is 8:20 am Alex?