Pete: Dad, we there yet?

Keith: (in pain) Almost Pete, up a little more.

Pete: Dad threw his lower back out practicing his golf swing.

Keith: (in pain) Ok, now lift my head. (base stops then starts again)

Pete: He thinks he’s gonna beat me out on the course this year.

Keith: (agitated still in pain) Think? I know, son.

Keith: (relieved) Ah, right there. (base stops)

Pete: By raising dad’s legs and head on an adjustable bed base..…

Keith: (falling asleep) I’m ready to beat you in golf! (yawn)

Pete: It takes the pressure off of his back, (whispering) so he falls asleep without pain. (snoring)

(morning mood)

Weird Announcer: The next day on an undisclosed golf course in the Hudson Valley.

(golf ball drops in hole)

Keith: Woo hoo, I beat you son!

Pete: Wow, dad, you ARE better than me! Dad! Dad, wake up!

Keith: (half awake) Huh? Hand me my putter, son.

Pete: You’re dreaming…again.

(Music Bed)

Keith: Have a dream designer show you how to take the pain off your pressure points. 

Pete: Fall asleep faster.

Keith: Wake up, ready to kick your son’s butt in golf!

Amanda: Best Sleep Ever!

Keith: Millspaugh Furniture, on Main Street in Walden or in the Hudson Plaza in Poughkeepsie.

Pete: Mattresses my great, great, great grandpa TL would be proud to sell. (golf swing)

Keith: Hole in one, son!

Pete: Still dreaming, dad.