Dedicated with love
and respect to
my mother,
Evelyn Carrie Crais,
who saved me from the monsters.
There's a quaint little place they call Lullaby Town -
It's just back of those hills where the sunsets go down.
Its streets are of silver, its buildings of gold,
And its palaces dazzling things to behold.
There's a peddler who carries, strapped high on his back,
A bundle. Now, guess what he has in that pack.
No, he's not peddling jams nor delectable creams.
Would you know what he's selling? Just wonderful dreams!
– from Lullaby Town
by John Irving Diller
Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends.
We're so glad you could attend.
Come inside! Come inside!
– Emerson, Lake, amp; Palmer