I walked out into my back yard. It was night time, but there were lights on and people were walking back and forth from Tiki. I saw Rick Ocasek standing in my back yard, looking kind of lost. I walked up to him and said, "Hello, Rick...I mean, Mr. Ocasek; welcome to my home."
He said thanks, shook my hand and made his way to the back door.
I was left with the feeling that all was well and he was happy to be here. And so was I.
What could it mean?