"To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub." So asleep we are, cocooned in our cozy aluminum nest, when -- in the depths of my slumber, I think I hear a knock, and the word "police"? Then again, this time more forcefully 'THIS IS THE POLICE".... I awake, but is it really the Police? In my sleep addled mind I think -- "That can't be The Police, Sting would have a more pronounced English accent." But then I remember -- "Perhaps it's Stewart Copeland -- he's an American!" One thing is sure, this is a situation that will require me to put on pants. I do so, then I peek out through our drawn curtains to see a big, young guy -- neatly dressed, but not in any discernible uniform. In these situations, I have learned
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