In San Francisco on the very last night this chap told me a story just before I took the platform, and I asked him to tell it to those who were present. This is the story. He said, “It was a hot summer’s day this past summer and I stopped into a bar to get a nice cold beer.” Only one seat seemed to be available, because the seat next to him that was not occupied had a lit cigarette in an ashtray and a hat on the stool, so he knew that someone had reserved it, someone had left. In a little while this one came back and took off the hat from the stool, and then as men do at a bar began to talk. He said to my friend, “You know the strangest thing and it haunts me…I was in the Korean War and I was wounded and I was shipped to Japan. I was in a hospital in Japan and here I am on a bed in the hospital. I know I’m an American soldier, I’m wounded, and I’m in Japan. Suddenly consciousness fades from the room, but I remember I am an American soldier, wounded, and recuperating in Japan. Suddenly I am in Europe. It’s a different age. It’s not this century, it’s the last century, and I am dancing and the ladies are all dressed in huge hoop skirts. But I know I am a wounded American soldier in Japan and I was wounded in Korea. So I said to my dancing partner, ‘You know, this is all a dream!’ She became a little bit uneasy…she thought maybe I am unbalanced. And people began to get around us as I began to proclaim more and more, ‘This is a dream. I am an American soldier living in the year’ and he mentioned the year 1950-something. Well, 1950-something hadn’t yet arrived to these people. That certainly would put him down as an entirely mad person. That he is now alive living in the year 1950-something, how could it be? So as they began to crowd in upon him he thought, ‘Well now, this is time to awake’ and so he awoke in Japan on the bed with the vivid memory of what had happened.”711 ¶16