I love Bob Dylan. Everything about him, especially his gravelly voice, pointed lyrics, and brazen eccentricity. In my next life, I want to be Dylan.
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Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
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- In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
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My very good friend, JoAnne Mallory thought she shared a soul with Bob Dylan. When she died we played Knocking on Heavens Door at her memorial.
How loving. We all need good friends who can outlast us and make sure we're sent on our way with appropriate ceremony.
I know this is not true. You want to come back as Mick, not Dylan.
On the good days, yes. When I'm not 'down with the arthritis' or feeling like I should be more responsible : ) When I'm feeling old and tired, I choose good ole Bob.
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