Around 1998, I actually wrote a letter to MK (no email back then). I doubt he ever read it, but I always imagined that he would. Anyways, one of the crazy things that I wrote was that I lived 10 minutes away from JFK Airport, so if he was ever in the area waiting for a flight, or was delayed, he could stop over at my house to hang out. I literally included my address!
So, a few weeks later, I had this dream that one day my doorbell rang, and it was MK himself!!
I invited him in, gave him a drink and spoke to him for a few minutes. Unbeknownst to me, a neighbor of mine saw MK walking up to my porch, and spread the word. Within a short time, my doorbell started ringing, nonstop, as people wanted to see Mark also. The house was getting too crowded, so I told everyone to go in the back yard, and Mark will come out to play some songs!
The problem was, I didn't want to share him with anyone else, so I had him play inside just for me! How the people didn't hear the music, I don't know, its a dream after all. I then escorted him out to his car, and told him to come by anytime.
The end.
Saul
