The Minnesota Bard is seven decades old today. He is my hero. He is crazy. He owns -- or owned - a big yacht. His mom knew my grandma in the North Country, where I was born.
He was Jewish, Christian, and turned the Beatles on to LSD....Yackity, yackity. You know all the about Dylan.
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For the record, these are my favorite Dylan lyrics: "Darkness at the break of noon, shadows even the silver spoon, the handmade blade, the child's balloon, to understand you know to soon, there is no sense in trying."
What are yours?