Last night, I dreamed that I introduced my mum to Alexi Singh Grewal, Loveland's Sikh-American mayoral candidate and former Olympic Gold Champion in bike racing. I didn't know he was an Olympian until recently, when he decided to run for local office. When I see him reading the paper at The Coffee Tree, I have to suppress myself from offering to be his speech-writer (Punjabi Pride!); at moments like these, I recall the moment when I was fired from a grant-writing job, which depended upon producing a sequence of dynamic and convincing declarative sentences.
This morning, my mum described her dream, which involved meeting a young Sikh boy from Canada, who was dressed in a white tank top, white shorts and sneakers. He said he was "David" and that he'd come to America to find Goliath. They met at the airport. I guess he was traveling alone. Later, my mum told her mum: "You have to meet him." My mum's mum said: "Yes, I'd like to be introduced to him. He sounds like a wonderful young man."
