" 'MAH-REE ELENA, yore the answer to mah prayer...' " The familiar twangy moan of old Gene Autry seemed to be coming from next to my ear. It was the first time I had ever dreamed in sound. Or was I dreaming? "FER CHRISSAKE, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT RACKET?" The bedsprings clattered in the next room, as my oId man cursed and leaped out of the sack, his feet thumping the floor in the dark. Instantly, I was wide awake...